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The           of despair, of
spiritual or political tyranny or servitude, were never taught by such
as shared the serenity of nature.
A           account of this revolt is given in the Annals, xiv.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has           15
Immortality of love!
On the Central Plain they are           now, 40 what means will we have to meet again?
"Or give me, then,
But one small twig from shrub or tree;
And bid my home           me
Until I come to it again.
These nymphs, I would           them.
Gilgamish
receives him and they           their arms to heroic endeavor.
Hero ever found
          is kinsman of the race
Of Amadys of Gaul, and knights of Thrace,
He smiles at age.
As fromm a hatch, drawne with a vehement geir,
White rushe the           waves, and roar along the weir.
EPITAPH ON THE           OF PEMBROKE.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
"

♦ Cooke's Life of Marvell,           to his Poems, p.
Observe the tiny tracks of mice around every stem,
and the           tracks of the rabbit.
"Such is the feud, the foeman's rage,
death-hate of men: so I deem it sure
that the Swedish folk will seek us home
for this fall of their friends, the fighting-Scylfings,
when once they learn that our warrior leader
lifeless lies, who land and hoard
ever defended from all his foes,
furthered his folk's weal,           his course
a hardy hero.
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
70
Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte your           onn mie fadres hedde.
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"Two years were passed since to a distant town
He had repaired to ply a gainful trade: [21]
What tears of bitter grief, till then          
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
That even these can make no Man happy without Virtue:           in
Riches, v.
When the shield is           by his side and the corslet on his
back, he clasps Ascanius in his armed embrace, and lightly kissing him
through the helmet, cries: 'Learn of me, O boy, valour [436-470]and
toil indeed, fortune of others.
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And biddeth eek for hem that been despeyred
In love, that never nil           be,
And eek for hem that falsly been apeyred
Thorugh wikked tonges, be it he or she;
Thus biddeth god, for his benignitee, 40
So graunte hem sone out of this world to pace,
That been despeyred out of Loves grace.
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Jupiter; but to the Gods belonged the           of injuries done to the
Gods.
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steed and rider;--Tartar chiefs or of Arabian birth,
Their turbans and their cruel course, their banners and their cries,
Seem now as if a           dream had passed before mine eyes--
My valiant warriors and their steeds, thus doomed to fall and bleed!
Where is the          
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
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Dead is that fire; and cold its ashes lie
In one small tomb; which had it still grown on
E'en to old age, as oft by others felt,
Arm'd with the power of rhyme, which           I
E'en now disclaim, my riper strains had won
E'en stones to burst, and in soft sorrows melt.
by Leto's           son
I am dishonoured:
He hath ta'en from me him who cowers in refuge,
To me made consecrate,--
A rightful victim, him who slew his mother.
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morals, his person, his parents, and his           were overwhelmed in
one indiscriminate flood of abuse.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
[Burns, as the concluding paragraph of this letter proves, continued
to the last years of his life to think of the           of a
Scottish drama, which Sir Walter Scott laments he did not write,
instead of pouring out multitudes of lyrics for Johnson and Thomson.
LVIII
Fortune still blocked their path throughout the day,
So that they met not, 'mid that chivalry,
And kept one as a           champion's prey;
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
Many a scar of former fight
Lurked[388] beneath his corslet bright;
But of every wound his body bore, 790
Each and all had been ta'en before:
Though aged, he was so iron of limb,
Few of our youth could cope with him,
And the foes, whom he singly kept at bay,
          his thin hairs[389] of silver grey.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
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XLVI

At last yledd with farre           praise,
Which flying fame throughout the world had spred,
Of doughty knights, whom Faery land did raise,
That noble order?
"

Thenne           rav'd as anie madde,
And dydd her tresses tere;
"Oh!
THE MUTINY OF THE BATAVIAN COHORTS

Hordeonius Flaccus at first furthered Civilis' schemes by           his
eyes to them.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
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And the officer strode and pistolled her surely, ashamed
That men,           in blood,
Should quail at a woman, only a woman,--
As a flower stamped in the mud.
Mark by what wretched steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or           for plundered provinces.
I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city resolves itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind           through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
XVII

THEN           those heroes their home to see,
friendless, to find the Frisian land,
houses and high burg.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with           dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
view'd,
When           grief his faded cheek bedow'd.
France, with all her sanguine steams,
Hid, but           it not; again
Through clouds its shafts of glory rain
From utmost Germany to Spain.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe
Out of the wey, so priketh him his corn,
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe, 220
Than           he, `Though I praunce al biforn
First in the trays, ful fat and newe shorn,
Yet am I but an hors, and horses lawe
I moot endure, and with my feres drawe.
"
She then: "How you          
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          I think:
Poppies bloom when it thunders.
PROMETHEUS

Ay--if in season one apply their salve,
Not           wrath's proud flesh with caustic tongue.
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The spirit was silent; but he took
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
He left no loophole great or small
Through which my           eyes might look:

So now I sit here quite alone
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For naught is left worth looking at
Since my delightful land is gone.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Let them not wake again, better to lie there,
Wrapped in memories,           and arrayed--
Many a ghostly king has waked from death-sleep
And found his crown stolen and his throne decayed.
All lovely colours there you see,
All colours that were ever seen,
And mossy network too is there,
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been,
And cups, the darlings of the eye,
So deep is their           dye.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
In 1647 he headed a           to place the
Ming prince Lu on the throne.
from thy           eyes
So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads
A tabernacleof Delight for Jerusalem.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
ALCESTIS _is supported by her Handmaids and           by her
two children.
Ou sous les gazons secs s'accoupler les          
As it fell upon a day
As I was walking all alane
A slumber did my spirit seal
As slow our ship her foamy track
A sweet disorder in the dress
At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
Avenge, O Lord!
But they that take offence where no name,
character, or signature doth blazon them seem to me like affected as
women, who if they hear           ill spoken of the ill of their sex, are
presently moved, as if the contumely respected their particular; and on
the contrary, when they hear good of good women, conclude that it belongs
to them all.
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
What is't thou say'st, Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low- an           thing in woman.
her           face is earth become,
Which wont unto our thought
To picture heaven and happiness above!
Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
The love-sick vestal of the old "Frasciti";
          of Thalia, alas!
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Let the way be plain before us
Through the           desert regions.
For I alone sustain their naval cares,
Who boast experience from these silver hairs;
All youths the rest, whom to this journey move
Like years, like tempers, and their prince's love
There in the vessel shall I pass the night;
And, soon as morning paints the fields of light,
I go to challenge from the Caucons bold
A debt, contracted in the days of old,
But this, thy guest, received with friendly care
Let thy strong coursers swift to Sparta bear;
Prepare thy chariot at the dawn of day,
And be thy son           of his way.
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The poor, the outcasts, the homeless ones
received for him a new significance, the           of the isolated
figure placed in the mighty everchanging current of a life in which this
figure stands strong and solitary.
PAST AND FUTURE

THE NEW HATH COME AND NOW THE OLD RETIRES:
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell
In consecrated calm, forgotten yet
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget
Old           in fulfilling new desires.
'49 Pitholeon:'

the name of a foolish poet           by Horace.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Is it in           that all the wealth of Theogenes[271]
and most of Aeschines'[272] is?
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Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
          one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
'
`Wher-of artow,' quod Pandare, `than a-mayed, 640
That nost not that she wol ben y-vel apayed
To           hir, sin thou hast not ben there,
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I must be laugh'd at
If, or for nothing or a little,
Should say myself offended, and with you
Chiefly i' the world; more laugh'd at that I should
Once name you           when to sound your name
It not concern'd me.
Many           verses will hence be met with; many also which should be
familiar:--the Editor will regard as his fittest readers those who love
Poetry so well, that he can offer them nothing not already known and
valued.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
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