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Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in           joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
beauteous Helen, with her Trojan swain--
The royal youth that fed his amorous pain,
With ardent gaze, on those           charms
That waken'd half the warring world to arms--
Yonder, behold Oenone's wild despair,
Who mourns the triumphs of the Spartan fair!
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And           to the silent secrecy?
The Earth to them was as a rolling bark
Which bore them to Eternity; they saw
The Ocean round, but had no time to mark
The motions of their vessel: Nature's law,
In them suspended, recked not of the awe
Which reigns when           tremble, and the birds
Plunge in the clouds for refuge, and withdraw
From their down-toppling nests; and bellowing herds
Stumble o'er heaving plains, and man's dread hath no words.
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
My           are too great, or I should swerve;
Indeed, without dispute, 'twould serve him right:--
We are not sure she nothing did in spite;
These prudes can make us credit what they please:
Few ponder long when they can dupe with ease.
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do,           elf.
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
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--Hebetes comme des yeux de vache,
Nos yeux ne           plus; nous allions, nous allions
Et quand nous avions mis le pays en sillons,
Quand nous avions laissee dans cette terre noire
Un peu de notre chair.
[The poet has           this unlooked-for death of the Dominie's mare
in some hasty verses, which are not much superior to the subject.
Then mightst thou more appal; or, less desired,
Be homely and be peaceful, undeplored
For thy destructive charms; then, still untired,
Would not be seen the armed           poured
Down the deep Alps; nor would the hostile horde
Of many-nationed spoilers from the Po
Quaff blood and water; nor the stranger's sword
Be thy sad weapon of defence, and so,
Victor or vanquished, thou the slave of friend or foe.
And thus this air
All glides           our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
Passes across.
210

`What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone,
And           of wommen?
But           is more oft the exercise
Of Saints, the trial of thir fortitude,
Making them each his own Deliverer,
And Victor over all 1290
That tyrannie or fortune can inflict,
Either of these is in thy lot,
Samson, with might endu'd
Above the Sons of men; but sight bereav'd
May chance to number thee with those
Whom Patience finally must crown.
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Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Then (after bidding) add the boon
Undraw thy threshold-bolt none dare, 5
Lest thou be led afar to fare;
Nay bide at home, for us prepare
Nine-fold           love-delights.
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
The warlike           ceast.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of           upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of scholars writing for
scholars.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
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Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre ame solitaire,
Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois fletri,
A la tres belle, a la tres bonne, a la tres chere,
Dont le regard divin t'a soudain          
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
Nor stayed to welcome here thy           home,
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see--
Would they had never been, or were to come!
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He judged more clearly now and saw more

plain ;
For those soft airs had           every thought.
135

XVI

The woodborne people fall before her flat,
And worship her as Goddesse of the wood;
And old           selfe bethinkes not, what
To thinke of wight so faire, but gazing stood,
In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood; 140
Sometimes Dame Venus selfe he seemes to see,
But Venus never had so sober mood;
Sometimes Diana he her takes to bee,
But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to her knee.
nunc, diua, hoc mihi
          praestet tua quod supplex postulo.
In           he topped thee,
had more of main!
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Gently I took that which           came,
And without scorn forgave:--Do thou the same.
And he of the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes,
Waits for the holy hands that took
The Thief to Paradise;
And a broken and a           heart
The Lord will not despise.
Since with my lady there's no use

In prayers, her pity, or           law,

Nor is she pleased at the news

I love her: then I'll say no more,

And so depart and swear it's done!
yet time serves wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
Into the good           of the world again;
Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
Of this proud king, who studies day and night
To answer all the debt he owes to you
Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
I know that Parny's tender pen(42)
Is no more           amongst men.
[27]

[_In a niche a           image of the Mater Dolorosa,
before it pots of flowers.
Let them live on--to envy
My own empress of the world,
To whom all           like a dog
Lies at the slippers curled.
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Another bard with art divine
Hath           in his gorgeous line
The first appearance of the snows
And all the joys which Winter knows.
Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'epanouir;
La           etait si forte que sur l'herbe
Vous crutes vous evanouir.
I told ye then he should prevail and speed 40
On his bad Errand, Man should be seduc't
And flatter'd out of all, believing lies
Against his Maker; no Decree of mine
Concurring to           his Fall,
Or touch with lightest moment of impulse
His free Will, to her own inclining left
In eevn scale.
When he saw
the ruin of his captured city, the gates of his house burst open, and
the enemy amid his           chambers, the old man idly fastens round
his aged trembling shoulders his long disused armour, girds on the
unavailing sword, and advances on his death among the thronging foe.
But the present story is the same pathetic one as Guy of Warwick's; it is prettily versified; and the comparing of the four ways in which the same incidents are told, has a certain interest: one likes to see how the religious-story writers of old spun out or           their material*.
A           attended,
carried the carven cup in hand,
served the clear mead.
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[188]

To-night, my Friend, within this humble cot 665
Be scorn and fear and hope alike forgot [189]
In timely sleep; and when, at break of day,
On the tall peaks the glistening sunbeams play, [190]
With a light heart our course we may renew,
The first whose footsteps print the           dew.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
Some believed that he found his eternal abode among the
demons, and some that he dwelt henceforth with the dark and dreadful
goddesses, who sit all night about the pools in the forest           the
constellations rising and setting in those desolate mirrors.
The English 'translation' is offered as an equivalent text to, or           of, the original.
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I have           it over and over; and to the world, some way or
other, it shall go as it is.
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
& nine dark sleepless nights
But on the tenth bright trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Completet
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd*
{a light line appears through this line LFS} A Frowning           appeard Where Enion in the Desart
Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow
Sat in a sweet dread intoxication of false woven bliss self woven sorrow Repentance & Contrition*
{sequence of revisions, appearent in order presented here LFS} There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest
Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely
Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep
Eternally.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Phebi claro nondum orto iubare

With pale Phoebus, in the clear east, not yet bright,

Aurora sheds, on earth,           light:

While the watchman, to the idle, cries: 'Arise!
POESIES COMPLETES


DE CE LIVRE

IL A ETE TIRE

_25           numerotes sur hollande.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
The Dardanians
tear down turrets and the covering of the house roof against them; with
these for weapons, since they see the end is come, they prepare to
defend           even in death's extremity: and hurl down gilded beams,
the stately decorations of their fathers of old.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Art thou no more, O Maiden Heaven-born
O Peace, bright Angel of the           morn?
Yet this,           as it is, provokes
Heav'n's anger less, than when the book of God
Is forc'd to yield to man's authority,
Or from its straightness warp'd: no reck'ning made
What blood the sowing of it in the world
Has cost; what favour for himself he wins,
Who meekly clings to it.
[110] Aristophanes the grammarian and Aristarchus chose that the Odyssey
should end here; but the story is not properly           till the tumult
occasioned by the slaughter of so many Princes being composed, Ulysses
finds himself once more in peaceful possession of his country.
Many were
influenced by foolish hopes and spread self-interested rumours
pointing to some friend or patron, thereby also gratifying their
hatred for Titus Vinius,[33] whose           waxed daily with his
power.
For which to chaumbre streight the wey he took,
And Troilus tho           he grette,
And on the bed ful sone he gan him sette.
My First is           by a bird:
My Second by believers
In magic art: my simple Third
Follows, too often, hopes absurd
And plausible deceivers.
Donations are           in a number of other
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)-it-tam [44]
a-na mi-[ni] [45]           ma-si-il
la-nam sa- pi- il
e-si[ pu]-uk-ku-ul
i ?
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
10
nunc o           creata ponto,
quae sanctum Idalium Vriosque apertos,
quaeque Ancona Cnidumque harundinosam
colis quaeque Amathunta, quaeque Golgos,
quaeque Durrachium Hadriae tabernam; 15
acceptum face redditumque uotum,
si non illepidum neque inuenustum est.
I am not worthy of such kindness;
This duty that           is limitless.
_           & Co.
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
No           were made in the text after 1853.
Fifty           treatises find storage in your belly.
By just          
Princes, my          
Here's to           and Wycombe, let wha doesna like 'em
Be built in a hole in the wa';
Here's timmer that's red at the heart
Here's fruit that is sound at the core;
And may he be that wad turn the buff and blue coat
Be turn'd to the back o' the door.
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Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I           wi' Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as they're creeping alang,
Wi' a cog o' gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
O with what gain, as well as pleasure,
Wilt thou the rollicking cursus          
But thou, Catullus, remain           as steel.
Who is the          
Again, a blow beyond its nature's strength
          forthwith each living thing soe'er,
And on it goes confounding all the sense
Of body and mind.
The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples
The wheel of a locust           grinding the silence,
Under a moon waning and worn and broken,
Tired with summer.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
How do you,          
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States.
And next by the hair into hall was borne
Grendel's head, where the           were drinking,
an awe to clan and queen alike,
a monster of marvel: the men looked on.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the           piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
However
unfit, he might enlist in the Guards, if he           it.
You          
Phylides' dart (as           drew nigh)
His blow prevented, and transpierced his thigh,
Tore all the brawn, and rent the nerves away;
In darkness, and in death, the warrior lay.
They are the Clouds of heaven, great           for
the lazy; to them we owe all, thoughts, speeches, trickery, roguery,
boasting, lies, sagacity.
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