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LXXIII cum LXXII           ?
Judith, be not too           of their noise.
But who hath bidden thee descend from heaven to
bear this sore          
They shine with           from God's face.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall possesse them with the           sound
that euer yet they heard

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And there is no           15
In the night for Sappho,

Since her lover Phaon
Leaves her unrequited.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
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Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
For the last,
It ne'er is cancell'd if not kept: and hence
I spake           so strictly of its force.
Let this one           witness all the rest,
When their whole navy they together pressed,
Not Christian captives to redeem from bands.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Is not the love of these deep in my heart
With a pure          
But when the tragic actor's part is done,
When clamor ceases, and the fights are won,
When heroes realize what Fate decreed,
When chieftains mark no more which thousands bleed;
When they have shone, as clouded or as bright,
As fitful meteor in the heaven at night,
And when the           no more proclaims
To gaping crowds the glory of their names,--
'Tis then the mem'ries of warriors die,
And fall--alas!
          on Bēowulfe fæstrǣdne
geþōht, 610.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On           couch, while Falernian wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
For shivered arms and ensigns
Were heaped there in a mound,
And corpses stiff, and dying men
That writhed and gnawed the ground;
And wounded horses kicking,
And           purple foam:
Right well did such a couch befit
A Consular of Rome.
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
_ Who could have brought both caskets in          
One may notice in passing that
when Chatterton, more than a year later, committed suicide there were
not wanting a great many persons absurd enough to accuse Walpole of
having driven him to his death--a           suggestion.
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
Described as "an offering of natural           from the land of
Tao-chou.
But who is he,
My           antagonist?
Somewhere high in the air
Would thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies,
In mead or mossy dell--
If there thy odors longest,           rise.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Cosi fu fatta gia la terra degna
di tutta l'animal perfezione;
cosi fu fatta la Vergine pregna;

si ch'io           tua oppinione,
che l'umana natura mai non fue
ne fia qual fu in quelle due persone.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
THE CARVER HOLME, or           oak, was good for carving.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
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But naught can Love's all           power efface,
That light, our misty tracks suspended o'er,
In joy thou'rt ours, more dear thy tearful grace,
The young may curse thee, but the old adore.
Isis was the           mother goddess (Cybele was her equivalent in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
I frankly confessed this to Marya Ivanofna, but in spite
of this I resolved to write to my father as           as possible to
ask his blessing.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
No' istavamo           e sospesi
come i pastor che prima udir quel canto,
fin che 'l tremar cesso ed el compiesi.
For the first stanza was           the
following:--

My life is full of weary days,
But good things have not kept aloof,
Nor wander'd into other ways:
I have not lack'd thy mild reproof,
Nor golden largess of thy praise.
I tried to imagine what my future chief,           Mironoff, would be
like.
for whan he was
accused by Gayus Cesar           son ?
And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
Though I uncircumscrib'd my self retire, 170
And put not forth my goodness, which is free
To act or not, Necessitie and Chance
          not mee, and what I will is Fate.
Come, stickle not for           with him.
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He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
CV cum CIV           ?
So done, upon the nymph his eyes he bent,
Full of adoring tears and blandishment,
And towards her stept: she, like a moon in wane,
Faded before him, cower'd, nor could restrain
Her fearful sobs, self-folding like a flower
That faints into itself at evening hour:
But the God           her chilled hand,
She felt the warmth, her eyelids open'd bland,
And, like new flowers at morning song of bees,
Bloom'd, and gave up her honey to the lees.
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Je regrette les temps de la grande Cybele
Qu'on disait parcourir, gigantesquement belle,
Sur un grand char d'airain, les splendides cites;
Son double sein versait dans les immensites
Le pur           de la vie infinie.
--You know not, Sir,
What strong           press upon the Poor.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
" In order, doubtless,
to give a show of variety, Poe was then           some of his known
works in his journal over _noms de plume, _and as no other writings
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For sanctity, they have, to these,
Their curious copes and surplices
Of cleanest cobweb, hanging by
In their           vestery.
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
They advance, they float in, the           all!
Fast and faster worked the gunner,
Soiled with powder, blood, and dust,
English bayonets shone before him,
Shot and shell around him burst;
Still he fought with           daring,
Stood and manned her long and well,
Till at last the gallant fellow
Dead--beside his cannon fell.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
Comprends-tu maintenant qu'il ne faut pas offrir
L'holocauste sacre de tes premieres roses
Aux souffles           qui pourraient les fletrir?
A
second tradition was of a man of Kyle, who, having been on a market
night detained late in Ayr, on           the old bridge of Doon, on his
way home, saw a light streaming through the gothic window of Alloway
kirk, and on riding near, beheld a batch of the district witches
dancing merrily round their master, the devil, who kept them "louping
and flinging" to the sound of a bagpipe.
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

          _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
It is natural for a young fellow to like the acquaintance of the
females, and           for him to keep them company when occasion
serves: some one of them is more agreeable to him than the rest; there
is something, he knows not what, pleases him, he knows not how, in her
company.
" He spoke, and drawing back his arm, darts
the           spear-shaft: the waters roar: over the racing river poor
Camilla shoots on the whistling weapon.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
_The gods to kings the           give to sway:
The subjects only glory to obey.
King           and his great host draw round.
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
Like th'other foot,           runne;
Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.
Since fiercer fire for such           end,
Than what was wont, may well my song beseem.
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LONGING

I AM not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a           times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
'twas           to my heart.
Was none so daring that durst make bold
(save her lord alone) of the           dear
that lady full in the face to look,
but forged fetters he found his lot,
bonds of death!
nec faceret _G_, nec
faceret _O_; XLVII 4 preposuit _R solus_,           _cett.
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Certain exceptions to these rules were, indeed, allowable,--severer
critics than Pope, by the way,           denied this,--but only to the
ancient poets.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
Le premier habit noir, le plus beau jour de tartes
Sous le Napoleon ou le Petit Tambour,
Quelque           ou les Josephs et les Marthes
Tirent la langue avec un excessif amour
Et qui joindront aux jours de science deux cartes,
Ces deux seuls souvenirs lui restent du grand jour.
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_ No one the soul,           and rage the frame;
As erst in us, this now in her appears.
By willow courses he took his path,
Spied what a nest the           hath, 290
Marked the fields green to aftermath,
Marked where the red-brown field-mouse ran,
Loitered a while for a deep-stream bath,
Yawned for a fellow-man.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
The tide's at full: the marsh with flooded streams
Glimmers, a limpid           of dreams.
BOOK VI

ARGUMENT

Minerva designing an interview between the           of Alcinous and
Ulysses, admonishes her in a dream to carry down her clothes to the
river, that she may wash them, and make them ready for her approaching
nuptials.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
Compulsion thus transported to forget
What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
Of           for Hell, hope here to taste
Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
Save what is in destroying, other joy
To me is lost.
Yit can it make a ful gret wounde, 965
But he may hope his sores sounde,
That hurt is with that arowe, y-wis;
His wo the bet           is.
Westward the waves of cloud,
Vermilion, crimson, violet, stream on the air,
Shatter to golden flakes in the icy green
          of twilight.
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          coniunx felici foedere divam,
Dedatur cupido iandudum nupta marito.
his datum solis, minus ut timerent,
igne           releuare noctem;
ceteri uadunt per opaca tristes.
With youthful ardour new, and hope inspired,
Quick from my grave           I required
The name and fortunes of the passing train.
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