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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
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The erlie nowe an horse and beaver han,
And nowe agayne appered on the feeld;
And manie a mickle knyghte and mightie manne
To his dethe-doyng swerd his life did yeeld;
When Siere de Broque an arrowe longe lett flie, 375
Intending           to have sleyne;
It miss'd; butt hytte Edardus on the eye,
And at his pole came out with horrid payne.
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Caligula was most wicked of the condition of his times, when he said they
were not famous for any public calamity, as the reign of Augustus was, by
the defeat of Varus and the legions; and that of Tiberius, by the falling
of the theatre at Fidenae; whilst his oblivion was eminent through the
prosperity of his affairs.
As the tidings silence the           cannonade,
Peace at last!
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
"Though I have always loved           and silence, I am a great gossip
with my friends, which arises, perhaps, from my seeing them but rarely.
quid fles et madidos lacrimis corrumpis ocellos
          insana plangis aperta manu?
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
= 'Before the Fire, which           the old
Cathedral, St.
I never wear my
best coat on a journey, though           I could show a certificate to
prove that I have a more costly one, at least, at home, if that were
all that a gentleman required.
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My strength out in thy toiling          
Such a           thing!
iam           ore rauco stagna cygni perstrepunt:
et canoras non tacere diua iussit alites:
adsonat Terei puella subter umbram populi,
ut putes motus amoris ore dici musico
et neges queri sororem de marito barbaro.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden           speed
Through secret channels in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar:
She had seen the burning village, and the           and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father, with their bullets through
his door.
          and young (and what if the latest birth of creation?
More blest the life of godly eremite,
Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
          at eve upon the giant height,
Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,
That he who there at such an hour hath been,
Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;
Then slowly tear him from the witching scene,
Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.
O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
-- My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet           streams
That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams.
Yes, thou mayst          
The mountain's magic-mad to-night,
And if your guide's to be a Jack-o'lantern's light,
Strict           you'll scarce require.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
Note the           balance in xxvii.
_

MY           FRIEND,

The enclosed I have just wrote, nearly extempore, in a solitary inn in
Selkirk, after a miserable wet day's riding.
The
second marks two stages in the argument: a stable           compels
us to acknowledge religion, and that there can be only one.
A victim ox beneath the sacred hand
Of great           falls, and stains the sand.
Will Gaul or           redress ye?
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The astonished and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that           in the world.
The Chinese poet           himself as a timid recluse,
"Reading the Book of Changes at the Northern Window," playing chess with
a Taoist priest, or practising caligraphy with an occasional visitor.
But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose           many a skeleton o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
Moste Birtha boon           and bee denyd?
e           of Merlyn, mony ho[2] taken;
For ho hat3 dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,
With ?
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
,           Secrets sur la Russie_, _vi.
Its emerald crags glowed in her beauty's glance;
Through the green           of the water deep
She saw the constellations reel and dance
Like fire-flies--and withal did ever keep _270
The tenour of her contemplations calm,
With open eyes, closed feet, and folded palm.
Who, straight propitious, in prophetic strain
Will teach you to repass the           main.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,

Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel           comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,

Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les Juillets faisaient crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des Maelstroms epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
Is there no chance of          
"



A BROKEN APPOINTMENT


YOU did not come,
And           Time drew on, and wore me numb.
WILLOUGHBY-MEADE: One or two           occur to me in
connection with the translation of this poetry into English.
But this is a subject which it is perhaps           to discuss.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my           of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
Je sais combien il faut, sur la colline en flamme,
De peine, de sueur et de soleil cuisant
Pour           ma vie et pour me donner l'ame;
Mais je ne serai point ingrat ni malfaisant,

Car j'eprouve une joie immense quand je tombe
Dans le gosier d'un homme use par ses travaux,
Et sa chaude poitrine est une douce tombe
Ou je me plais bien mieux que dans mes froids caveaux.
What rumour without is there          
Farr off from these a slow and silent stream,
Lethe the River of           roules
Her watrie Labyrinth, whereof who drinks,
Forthwith his former state and being forgets,
Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
But after he had taken his own
pleasures, he should have           for his

* The monks.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
As he wished it to retain that place in subsequent           of his
Works, it retains it in this one.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
This was
without doubt the small debauch of the           old woman (or the
purified old woman), the well-earned consolation for another of the
burdensome days without a friend, without conversation, without joy,
without a confidant, that God had allowed to fall upon her perhaps for
many years past--three hundred and sixty-five times a year!
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For Destiny never swerves
Nor yields to men the helm;
He shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,
          the solid realm.
O Ajax, son of glorious          
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
never sure were seen such brilliant eyes,
In this our age or in the older years,
Which mould and melt me, as the sun melts snow,
Into a stream of tears adown the vale,
Watering the hard roots of that laurel green,
Whose boughs are           and gold whose hair.
From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed
Like ample banner flung abroad
To all the           in the plains
Round about, a hundred miles,
With salutation to the sea and to the bordering isles.
          there was a double
click and a whir and another click.
O wonder now          
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Cleis speaks no word to me,
For the land where she has gone
Lieth mute at dusk and dawn
Like a windless           sea.
Yes, I had something of a subtler sense,
And often looking round was moved to smiles 210
Such as a           work of humour breeds;
I read, without design, the opinions, thoughts,
Of those plain-living people now observed
With clearer knowledge; with another eye
I saw the quiet woodman in the woods, 215
The shepherd roam the hills.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
You           man or woman!
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai           al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
THE HOUSLING FIRE, the           fire.
"
Till, for too long, none           thither nigh.
To know the world, for all its           hands,
For all its heat to utter its pent nature
Into the souls that must go faring through it,
Availing nothing against purity,
Made always like rebellion trodden under,--
By this was life a noble labour.
They will remain for many years unchanged in the
ground,           by the coolness and deep shade of the forest above
them.
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Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
Receive the summer sky, you water, and           hold it till all
downcast eyes have time to take it from you!
Thus, with electuaries so satanic,
Worse than the plague with all its panic,
We rioted through hill and vale;
Myself, with my own hands, the drug to thousands giving,
They passed away, and I am living
To hear men's thanks the           hail!
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
We are young and eager and yet we are           and unvisited, and
though we lie in unbroken half embrace, we are uncomforted.
Many hamlets sought I then,
Many farms of           men.
Thither he comes with spring-time, there abides
All summer, and at sunrise ye may hear
His flageolet to liquid notes of love 200
Attuned, or sprightly fife           far.
Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes
Some beasts were killed, though not whole hecatombs;
That both           were banished from their walls,
Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bacchanals;
And all mankind might that just mean observe,
In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve.
Swift are the blessed           to the mortal
That perseveres!
Is the Holy Ghost any other
than an intellectual          
Glooms, stagnantly subsiding,
Whose           heart away was prest
Into the argent stars!
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from what power hast thou this           might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
A man sees only what           him.
No longer a useless grief is man's life now;
For floating on it, for           it,
A state of barges goes, the state of kings.
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Ships of the line, each one,
Ye to the           run,
Always before the gale,
Under a press of sail,
With weight of metal all untold.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
At length did cross an Albatross,
          the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
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