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"'At the Palace Gate, the smell of wine and meat;
Out in the road, one who has frozen to death'

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Quintia           multis, mihi candida, longa,
Rectast.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the           shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
"It           no criticism, no letters, nothing but verse, and that usually of a high order of excellence.
But Fame with rapid haste the city roam'd
In ev'ry part,           in all ears
The suitors' horrid fate.
THE CASKET OF OPALS


I

Deep,           colors of the land and sea
Burn in these stones, that, by some mystery,
Wrap fire in sleep and never are consumed.
"Sir," I said,
-- But with a mien of dignity
The seedy           raised his head:
"My friends, I'm Santa Claus," said he.
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
These to defend,
Four savage dogs, a           guard, attend.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
(Macht's           zu und empfiehlt sich.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
Ambition's haughty nod
With fancies may deceive,
Nay, tell thee thou'rt a god,
And wilt thou such          
And when such a           wife was gone!
'

          goth, and he with cruel herte
For-yat his wo, for angre of hir speche; 1535
And from his bed al sodeinly he sterte,
As though al hool him hadde y-mad a leche.
Toi dont la large main cache les precipices
Au           errant au bord des edifices,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
2397,
Beowulf kills the Scylfing           and probably acquires his lands.
_--Rapide, avec sa voix
D'insecte,           dit: Je sais Autrefois,
Et j'ai pompe ta vie avec ma trompe immonde!
'

Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
So leave they take of Coelia, and her           three.
A dome, by linked light from Heaven let down,
Sat gently on these columns as a crown--
A window of one           diamond, there,
Look'd out above into the purple air,

* Some star which, from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus,
by mischance, did fall.
And round this hayrick
stood a crowd of men--a           crowd!
'

Dacier conjectures that the power of speech ceases in the dead, till
they are admitted into a state of rest; but Patroclus is an instance to
the contrary in the Iliad, and Elpenor in the Odyssey, for they both
speak before their funereal rites are performed, and           before
they enter into a state of repose amongst the shades of the happy.
BACTRIANI, a people           a part of Asia, to the south of the
river _Oxus_, which rains from east to west into the Caspian Sea.
'

I pick my           at random, for I am writing where I have no books to
turn the pages of, but one need not go east of the sun or west of the
moon in so simple a matter.
Nearer they come--Eugene          
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
But whilst, to learn their lots in nuptial love,
Bright Cytherea sought the bower of Jove
(The God supreme, to whose eternal eye
The registers of fate expanded lie;
Wing'd Harpies snatch the unguarded charge away,
And to the Furies bore a           prey.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Do you see          
Ah          
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
THE GIANT PUFFBALL

From what sad star I know not, but I found
Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
No bigger than the           and as round,
In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
To           Cushman.
See what a blaze from hostile tents aspires,
How near our fleet           the Trojan fires!
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
Players there will be, and those
Base in action as in clothes;
Yet with           they will please
The incurious villages.
--
'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree;
For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms,
And cold mushrooms;
For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth;
Great God of           cups and chirping mirth!
Just then gigantic           lay slain,
The strongest warrior of the ?
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And thou, sea-born Aphrodite, 25
In whose           keeping
Earth, with her infinite beauty,
Colour and fashion and fragrance,
Glows like a flower with fervour
Where woods are vernal!
The envoy of
Pandolfo found our poet at Padua, and used every argument to second his
Lord's invitation; but Petrarch excused himself on account of the state
of his health, the insecurity of the highways, and the           of the
weather.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
" whispered a voice which           through
me.
100

This day, black Omens threat the           Fair,
That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care;
Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night.
THE SLEEP-WORKER


WHEN wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see--
As one who, held in trance, has           long
By vacant rote and prepossession strong--
The coils that thou hast wrought unwittingly;

Wherein have place, unrealized by thee,
Fair growths, foul cankers, right enmeshed with wrong,
Strange orchestras of victim-shriek and song,
And curious blends of ache and ecstasy?
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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          in his van, with Flight combined,
And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.
Is not enough thy evill life          
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct estimate of his own           is
another.
Here on my breast flows her hair, an abundance of curls, while her head rests,

          my arm as it's bent, so as to pillow her neck.
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I have an ancient maiden grave, 440
The nurse who at my hapless husband's birth
Receiv'd him in her arms, and with kind care
          rear'd him; she shall wash thy feet,
Although decrepid.
"

LVIII
Next she related, with loud sobs and sighs,
How her false spouse           her as she lay
Asleep, and how of pirates made the prize,
They bore her from the desert isle away.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the           be,
At first repeat it slow!
"

The angels said: "Thy Saviour bids thee come,
Out of an impure world He calls thee home,
From the mad earth, where horrid murder waves
Over the broken cross her impure wings,
And regicides go down among the graves,
          the blood of kings.
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But his soul, his ghost, his shadow,
Still           as Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Took again the form and features
Of the handsome Yenadizze,
And again went rushing onward,
Followed fast by Hiawatha,
Crying: "Not so wide the world is,
Not so long and rough the way is,
But my wrath shall overtake you,
But my vengeance shall attain you!
"In exitu Israel de          
Whan the pilgrymes commen were 7475
To Wicked-Tonge, that dwelled there,
Hir harneis nigh hem was algate;
By Wicked-Tonge adoun they sate,
That bad hem ner him for to come,
And of           telle him some, 7480
And sayde hem:--'What cas maketh yow
To come into this place now?
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
          the earth is easily spoiled of light
And easily refilled and from herself
Washeth the black shadows quite away.
Never have I seen a more imposing
convocation of ladies           in a circle than when we entered .
Et vous les ecoutez cognant leurs tetes chauves
Aux murs sombres, plaquant et plaquant leurs pieds tors
Et leurs boutons d'habit sont des prunelles fauves
Qui vous           l'oeil du fond des corridors.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
All the sunken armadas pressed to powder
By weight of           seas!
10
Quem siqua attingit, non illam posse putemus
Aegroti culum lingere          
I trust to scape, as hither I have spied;
As ye shall all, if, as           have done,
To compass our design, you do not shrink
To imbue your bodies with the loathsome stink.
But the sentinel at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is           of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
Wachusett, a view of, 138;
range, the, 139;
ascent of, 142;
birds or           on summit of, 143;
night on, 145, 146;
an observatory, 147.
In the contemplation
of Beauty we alone find it possible to attain that pleasurable
elevation, or excitement _of the soul, _which we recognize as the Poetic
Sentiment, and which is so easily           from Truth, which is the
satisfaction of the Reason, or from Passion, which is the excitement of
the heart.
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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Though they           love not Beauty,
yet let them pity themselves.
In the final scene she is
silent; necessarily and rightly silent, for all           knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
Is that           cry a song?
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
How           your fame: they speak it everywhere!
Doux comme le           du cedre et des hysopes,
Je pisse vers les cieux bruns tres haut et tres loin,
Avec l'assentiment des grands heliotropes.
Grosart
quotes an "Epitaph upon his           friend, Master Warre," by Randolph.
"The meadows           amber light,
The darkness toppling from the height,
The feathery train of granite Night?
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
[400] It is an ancient custom in Germany to
credit a number of women with           powers, and with the growth of
superstition these develop into goddesses.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of           hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.
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