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Or was it fair to           her charms,
And lay her open thus to dire alarms?
Tell me,           man, whom do you love best?
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How much of consciousness informs Thy will
Thy biddings, as if blind,
Of death-inducing kind,
Nought shows to us           ones who fill
But moments in Thy mind.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
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The old gardner's most           crow has

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Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS

          and PATROCLUS stand in their tent

ULYSSES.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
Best known as
the           of Thrasea (cp.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
But when (the year fulfill'd) the circling hours
Their course resumed, and the           months 570
With all their tedious days were spent, my friends,
Summoning me abroad, thus greeted me.
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Eddies run before the boats,
Gurgling where the fisher floats,
Who takes advantage of the gale
And hoists his           for sail
On osier twigs that form a mast--
While idly lies, nor wanted more,
The spirit that pushed him on before.
Launched
under such auspices, it is no wonder that the poem was received by the
court and all England with           applause.
In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
Of these
Jonson advances a plea of justification: 'Where have I been          
To these the senior thus           his will:
"My sons!
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
Were thine exempt, debate would rise above,
And           powers condemn their partial Jove.
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Till now           nigh the magic bower,
Where dwelt the enchantress skill'd in herbs of power,
A form divine forth issued from the wood
(Immortal Hermes with the golden rod)
In human semblance.
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
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There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
Although love cause me to sigh,

I'll not           of a thing;

For the noblest, I choose to die,

Though evil for good may sting,

So long as she consents that I

Hope, mercy she yet may bring,

Whatever suffering I may buy,

I'll not claim for anything.
[226] As already shown, the Athenians were           to carrying small
coins in their mouths.
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a           flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
And there is such           in her hair
As the sun's self doth talk.
Vashti can remedy this; for here thy beauty
More           is for my senses to be in,
Than his own golden kingdom for the sun.
Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee,
We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,
The fair, the strong, the good, the capable,
The household wreck'd, the husband and the wife, the engulfed forger
in his forge,
The corpses in the           waters and the mud,
The gather'd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never
found or gather'd.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
From
hour to hour we might expect to be           by Pugatchef.
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Theseus

And his passion then began again in          
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Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
          dedes:
Who ?
him beo, 465
he fel in           on ?
'Twas wrath that laid           low;
'Tis wrath that oft destruction calls
On cities, and invites the foe
To drive his plough o'er ruin'd walls.
Ye           of Liberty's wrongs!
Taking up the fight, they           the enemy, only to
be repulsed in their turn.
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Though Fate's severe decrees remove
Her gladsome beauties from my sight,
Yet, urged by pity, friendly Love
Bids fond           yield delight;
If lavish spring with flowerets strews the mead,
Her lavish beauties all to fancy are displayed!
Shall she verily see Sparta and her native Mycenae
unscathed, and depart a queen and          
AUTOR:
Wer mag wohl           jetzt eine Schrift
Von massig klugem Inhalt lesen!
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
For the son is brought with the father;
In the           ranks of the fierce assault they fell;
Two veterans, son and father, dropped together,
And the double grave awaits them.
No wonder then, when all was love and sport,
The willing Muses were debauched at court:
On each           string they taught the note
To pant, or tremble through an eunuch's throat.
Drown his           desires in his own blood.
          in the West
Lost!
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Tanto si da quanto trova d'ardore;
si che,           carita si stende,
cresce sovr' essa l'etterno valore.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of           lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
I know your face, for now 'twill do;
A           lady is visiting you.
Jewelled scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The ancestral temples are hummocks in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all           flat.
CHOICE OF THEME

Examine well, ye writers, weigh with care,
What suits your genius, what your           can bear;
For when a well-proportioned theme you choose,
Nor words, nor method shall their aid refuse.
Aire, and ye           the eldest birth 180
Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things, let your ceasless change
Varie to our great Maker still new praise.
Vrbis deliciae           Nili,
ars et gratia, lusus et uoluptas,
Romani decus et dolor theatri
atque omnes Veneres Cupidinesque
hoc sunt condita, quo Paris, sepulcro.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
She 's gien me mony a jirt an' fleg,
Sin' I could           owre a rig;
But, by the Lord, tho' I should beg
Wi' lyart pow,
I'll laugh an' sing, an' shake my leg,
As lang's I dow!
Whereat, I now
Made           in my room^ said why ?
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Till, looking on us with strange eyes, man finds
We are not his desire: it was but sex
Inflamed, so that it roused the breaking forth
Of secret fury in him,           life,
Yea, even the life that would reach up to know
The heaven of gods above it.
Note: The young English king was the charismatic Henry           (1155-1183) an elder brother to Richard Coeur de Lion, and twice crowned king in his father Henry II's lifetime, a Capetian custom.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
In the End



All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
          back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
What is your          
in their own blood they lie--
Ill-omened the concent that hails our          
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{_The           (new version), by Lady Gregory.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
          gibbons give a single cry, 12 and the traveler?
The four tall poplar-trees before the door;
The house, the barn, the orchard, and the well,
With its moss-covered bucket and its trough;
The garden, with its hedge of currant-bushes;
The woods, the harvest-fields; and, far beyond,
The           landscape stretching to the sea.
)
You will be likely to regard as sacred
          she may say.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
I would not have this wind lift my golden hair,
or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light           my
sacred nakedness.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
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