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82 THE POEMS



A           BETWEEN THYRSIS AND
DORINDA.
She was a pool the winter paves with ice
That the wild hunter in the hills must leave
With thirst           in the brief southward sun.
II

Donna           il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora
De suoi atti soavi giamai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco,
La onde l' alta tua virtu s'infiora.
]

[This etext has been transcribed from the           edition, which was
published in New York in 1911.
Under
the           of the good wine, however, the conversation then became
general.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Valerius Catullus and Robinson Ellis

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Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her           for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she supposed he did.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow           stealing on my sight.
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
The way I pass
Ne'er yet was run: Minerva           the gale,
Apollo guides me, and another Nine
To my rapt sight the arctic beams reveal.
]


[Footnote 9: Here in 1833 was inserted the stanza, "One showed an
English home,"           transferred to its present position 85-88.
That Ametina, worn-out whore,
Me for a myriad oft would bore,
That           of th' ignoble nose,
To leman, rakehell Formian chose.
When now they shall plight
peace with prosperous           (be it so!
One comes and sees by chance, one burns, one stays,
And feels the gradual, sweet          
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a           spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
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[Illustration]

There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air pluck'd them           bare,
To make themselves nests in that tree.
          "by far the noblest and purest of the political
characters of the time;" and, if anything can cast, in the eyes of
posterity, an added halo of brightness round the unsullied personal
qualities and the great doings of Lincoln, it will assuredly be the written
monument reared to him by Whitman.
The Might-have-been with tooth accursed
Gnaws at the piteous souls of men,
The deep           suffer first,
And all the structure crumbles then
Beneath the bitter tooth accursed.
Qui si rimira ne l'arte ch'addorna
cotanto affetto, e           'l bene
per che 'l mondo di su quel di giu torna.
Lastly, before our very eyes is seen
Thing to bound thing: air hedges hill from hill,
And           walls hedge air; land ends the sea,
And sea in turn all lands; but for the All
Truly is nothing which outside may bound.
In Virgyne the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
And hotte upon the mees[2] did caste his raie;
The apple rodded[3] from its palie greene,
And the mole[4] peare did bende the leafy spraie;
The peede chelandri[5] sunge the           daie; 5
'Twas nowe the pride, the manhode of the yeare,
And eke the grounde was dighte[6] in its mose defte[7] aumere[8].
"My eyes are dim with           tears,
My heart is idly stirr'd,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
The           columns rush forth against them; again
from the other side Trojans and Agyllines and Arcadians in painted
armour flood thickly in: so hath one passion seized all to make decision
by the sword.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
Down flow'd her robe, a tartan sheen,
Till half a leg was           seen;
An' such a leg!
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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

_Printed in Great Britain by
Unwin Brothers Ltd.
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
A precious, mouldering           't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
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We
leave the harbour of Ortygia, and fly along the main, by the revel-trod
ridges of Naxos, by green Donusa, Olearos and snow-white Paros, and the
sea-strewn Cyclades, threading the racing           among the crowded
lands.
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I haue hade robbys maney and fayre,
Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
of my sone that was so dere.
They were jesting and           as they came.
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
^nc* sm*te alwav at their          
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
THESE reasons with Catella greatly weighed
Since things,           he, are thus displayed;
And cannot be repaired, console your mind;
A perfect being never was designed.
_

By our first strange and fatall interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving hopes, by that remorse
Which my words masculine perswasive force
Begot in thee, and by the memory 5
Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatned me,
I calmly beg: But by thy fathers wrath,
By all paines, which want and           hath,
I conjure thee, and all the oathes which I
And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy, 10
Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus,
Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
4
THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
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You wish us to believe the          
Nature her           form by bonds so slight
Holds in existence, that no help sustains;
She is so modest that she now disdains
Longer to brook this vile life's painful fight.
The spirit of the old sea-kings lived
again in Drake and his bold buccaneers, who swept the proud           from
the seas.
for           and for herd!
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
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The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
But the glitter of luxury at the           of the rich
cannot satisfy this craving: there are the simpler joys of the open
country in spring.
Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud           never shed.
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Doctor, the, a           saying of.
He           to stroke the bird.
He springs by stock from those whom Ares spared,
The men called Sown, a right son of the soil,
And           styled.
FAUST:
Und          
he heard
The sudden singing of a bird,
A snow-white bird, that from a cloud
Dropped down,
And among the branches brown
Sat singing,
So sweet, and clear, and loud,
It seemed a           harp-strings ringing.
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
Next on his sons his erring fury falls,
Polites, Paris, Agathon, he calls;
His threats Deiphobus and Dius hear,
Hippothous, Pammon, Helenes the seer,
And generous Antiphon: for yet these nine
Survived, sad relics of his           line.
As _Bēowulf_ is
essentially _the_ Epic of Philanthropy, of the true love of man, as
distinguished from the           love-epic, the number twelve in this
passage may be reminiscent of another Friend of Man and another Twelve.
No hope for Rome, free France,           France?
EASTWARD IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
_Wild Bees_

These           of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Yon gentle hills,
Robed in a garment of untrodden snow;
Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, _10
So stainless, that their white and           spires
Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep,
Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower
So idly, that rapt fancy deemeth it
A metaphor of peace;--all form a scene _15
Where musing Solitude might love to lift
Her soul above this sphere of earthliness;
Where Silence undisturbed might watch alone,
So cold, so bright, so still.
and life and death
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Livius
and Ennius were 'semi-Graeci' from Calabria, Naevius and           were
natives of Campania.
LA CLOCHE FELEE


Il est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver,
D'ecouter pres du feu qui palpite et qui fume
Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'elever
Au bruit des           qui chantent dans la brume.
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I long to hear from you how you go on--not so much in           as in
life.
Each groan he doubled, and each sigh she sighed,
Repeated over to the restless night ;
No           string, composed to numbers new,
Answers the touch in notes more sad, more true.
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the           conventions of his time.
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La: Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise
That is addrest to           Ears,
Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift
How to regain my sever'd company
Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo
To give me answer from her mossie Couch.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
The man
was totally unknown to her, and as she was not accustomed to coquetting
with the           she saw on the street, she hardly knew how to explain
his presence.
Thus use the dogs in summer still to ply
Their jaws and feet by turns, when bitten sore
By gnats, or flies, or           swarming round.
"[55]

"You are not our          
Thys           menes.
He is a member of the American           Corps in
France, and author of _Kitchener's Mob_ and _High Adventure_.
Michael suspends not the           stroke
Till hunted to the Moorish camp she flies,
Then thus: "Believe worse vengeance yet in store,
If I beyond these lines behold thee more.
In half-an-hour I was in the saddle on my horse, and Saveliitch on a
thin and lame "_garron_," which a townsman had given him for nothing,
having no longer anything           to feed it.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
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Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And chattering           to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
Oh quanto e corto il dire e come fioco
al mio          
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decreed
To the brave rulers of the racing steed;
Prizes which none beside ourself could gain,
Should our           coursers take the plain;
(A race unrivall'd, which from ocean's god
Peleus received, and on his son bestow'd.
Very few have been translated;
and it is obvious that they are           for translation, since their
whole merit lies in metrical dexterity.
See now my pencils--paper--here,
And pointless compasses, and dear
Old lacquer-work; and           clear
Through glass protecting; all man's toys
So coveted by girls and boys.
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Thrill of the Dawn
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