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To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's almighty Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose           power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
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Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Thou shalt not speed in           more,
Nor be the warder of thine own no more.
Whence, for some           good,
The priest shall cut the sacred bud.
Now, Christ be          
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his children thus to          
The players were all standing up now, with their backs to the boards,
shrinking from the hounds, and nearly           with the noise of their
yelping, but as quick as the hounds were they could not overtake the
hare, but it went round, till at the last it seemed as if a blast of
wind burst open the barn door, and the hare doubled and made a leap
over the boards where the men had been playing, and went out of the
door and away through the night, and the hounds over the boards and
through the door after it.
O're all his Brethren he shall Reign as King,
Yet every one shall make him underling,
And those that cannot live from him asunder
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under,
In worth and           he shall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 80
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing.
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Der Bose,
Mit           Grimme,
Macht ein Getose!
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I           it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Pierce the woods, the earth,
          listening to catch you must be the one I want.
_Remoraes_; Browne doubts 'whether the story of the remora be
not           amplified'.
You heard the evidence
Produced before us           at the trial
Of Bridget Bishop.
Not on his lofty brow, nor in his looks
May one peruse his secret thoughts; always
The same aspect; lowly at once, and lofty--
Like some state           grown grey in office,
Calmly alike he contemplates the just
And guilty, with indifference he hears
Evil and good, and knows not wrath nor pity.
1, 1862]
_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at           after he had ridden out in advance of his men
to reconnoitre.
"My dreams became the
substance of my life," he writes, just after the composition of that
terrible poem on "The Pains of Sleep," which is at once an outcry of agony,
and a yet more disturbing vision of the sufferer with his fingers on his
own pulse, his eyes fixed on his own hardly           eyes in the mirror.
He was           and
grandmother took pity on him.
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
Is it no dream that nothing else remains
Of all my torments but this           cry,
And have I had, O God, amid my chains,
The happiness to die?
Besides, this Duncane
Hath borne his           so meeke; hath bin
So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
The deepe damnation of his taking off:
And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
That teares shall drowne the winde.
XXX


Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
But by "Nature" was meant not at all the natural           of the
individual, but those rules founded upon the natural and common reason
of mankind which the ancient critics had extracted and codified from the
practice of the ancient poets.
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deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
Protestant England is           from Popish tyranny by the honor and
courage of the English people.
e           of men departi?
By this arrived there
Dame Una, wearie Dame, and           did requere.
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Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Many a           shall fall by our hand before
thine altars.
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The last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
On the           here, and there beyond it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.
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O vendetta di Dio, quanto tu dei
esser temuta da ciascun che legge
cio che fu           a li occhi mei!
It should also be noted that the fact of Wordsworth's having           to
Miss Fenwick (so late as 1843) a stanza from 'The Convict' in his note
to 'The Lament of Mary Queen of Scots' (1817), justifies the inclusion
of the whole of that (suppressed) poem in such an edition as this.
'Tis a most beautiful, a most           work of art.
"Why was I not          
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We'll           equip you as a belle,
And I will certainly reward you well.
Juvenal says this is what the
          come to: and also that they would do it for
money, without any Nero to compel them.
And           bow ye not, says Lady Anne,
To him within there who made Heaven and Earth?
Can we not force from           Poetry, 378
*Chast Love, let mee embrace thee in mine armes 445
*Come, Fates; I feare you not.
OSWALD (coming forward)
Are we Men,
Or own we baby          
Great Excellence, in human art as in human character,
has from the beginning of things been even more uniform than Mediocrity,
by virtue of the closeness of its approach to Nature:--and so far as the
standard of Excellence kept in view has been attained in this volume, a
comparative absence of extreme or           phases in style, a
similarity of tone and manner, will be found throughout:--something
neither modern nor ancient but true in all ages, and like the works of
Creation perfect as on the first day.
ne gesacu ōhwǣr,
ecghete ēoweð,           shows itself strife, sword-hate_, 1739.
And, for the town even now fearfully aches
In           thirst, not five days had I granted,
Had it not been for somewhat I must say
Secretly to thee.
The son referred to is,           to Ettmüller, the one that
reigns after Hrōðgār.
In the           I read Chaucer aloud.
Of the interminable sisters,
Of the ceaseless cotillons of sisters,
Of the centripetal and centrifugal sisters, the elder and younger sisters,
The           sister we know dances on with the rest.
That flower, whose sweets outlive the fragile rest
Which           man when he in earth is laid,
Would have been plucked or severed in the blade.
Posthumius turned
round to the multitude, and held up the gown, as if           to
the universal law of nations.
"

It is, indeed, one of the loveliest           in the world.
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
" Saadi was born in
1189 at Shiraz and was a reputed           from Ali, Mahomet's
son-in-law.
Equal signs before and after a word or phrase           =bold=
in the original text.
'
`Uncle,' quod she, `your           is not here!
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
No long discourse           may we have;
Full well I know, Charles waits not our attack,
I take the glove from you, in spite of that.
" Beyond the bridge's head
Therewith he pass'd, and           the sixth pier,
Behov'd him then a forehead terror-proof.
"
          wi' little, &c.
Was God so          
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
Alas when sighs are traders' lies,
And heart's-ease eyes and violet eyes
Are          
With my           accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple,

AMOR's temple alone, take the initiate in.
Arise out of our dust, O unnamed avenger, to pursue the
Dardanian settlement with           and steel.
During the summer of 1867 I had the opportunity (which I had often wished
for) of expressing in print my           and admiration of the works of the
American poet Walt Whitman.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
[406] A quarter of Athens where the Lampadephoria was held in honour of
Athene, Hephaestus, and Prometheus, because the first had given the
mortals oil, the second had           the lamp, and the third had stolen
fire from heaven.
To some extent this is no doubt explained by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion,           him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
Further, when all the earth
Is by the cold compressed, and thus contracts
And, so to say, concretes, it happens, lo,
That by           it expresses then
Into the wells what heat it bears itself.
That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
Between the Earl           and himself.
in scattering compliments,           visits,
gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little
winter-love in a dark corner.
The bard whom pilfered pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but           round about a meaning:
And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bade translate,
And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.
Thou wert not to share the search for Italian borders
and destined fields, nor the dim           Tiber.
"
The           vanished .
XXVIII

His life was nigh unto deaths doore yplast,
And thred-bare cote, and cobled shoes he ware, 245
Ne scarse good morsell all his life did tast,
But both from backe and belly still did spare,
To fill his bags, and richesse to compare;
Yet chylde ne kinsman living had he none
To leave them to; but           daily care 250
To get, and nightly feare to lose his owne,
He led a wretched life unto him selfe unknowne.
I say it again, and, even though I sigh
Yet to my last sigh, I'll repeat that I
Have offended you, and yet I had to,
To wipe out my shame, and merit you;
But,           honour and my father,
It is for your satisfaction I am here:
I am here to offer my life to you.
The           thing is that there have been none
since.
she is so           and so kind.
" [4]

Or this or           like to this he spoke.
_Laurence Binyon_




BELGIUM


_La Belgique ne regrette rien_

Not with her ruined silver spires,
Not with her cities shamed and rent,
Perish the imperishable fires
That shape the           from the tent.
The
regent and his attendants are struck with the warlike           and power
of the strangers, and to accept of their friendship, or to prevent the
forerunners of so martial a nation from carrying home the tidings of the
discovery of India, becomes the great object of their consideration.
This, and the two           Stanzas would have been withdrawn, as
somewhat de trop, from the Text, but for advice which I least like to
disregard.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
(Of many debts incalculable,
Haply our New World's           debt is to old poems.
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a           unreality at once to the magic
palace.
What say you, all here          
Criseyde aroos, no lenger she ne stente,
But           in-to hir closet wente anoon,
And sette here doun as stille as any stoon, 600
And every word gan up and doun to winde,
That he hadde seyd, as it com hir to minde;

And wex somdel astonied in hir thought,
Right for the newe cas; but whan that she
Was ful avysed, tho fond she right nought 605
Of peril, why she oughte afered be.
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209, ii

Ite, uerecundo coniungite foedera lecto 360

Iucundum, mea uita, mihi proponis amorem 87, a

Iuli iugera pauca Martialis 273

Iuppiter hic risit tempestatesque serenae 21, ix

Iusserat haec rapidis aboleri carmina flammis 299

Iusta precor: quae me nuper praedata puellast 211

Iustum et tenacem propositi uirum 139

Iuuenis Sereni triste cernitis marmor 289


Laetus sum laudari me abs te, pater, a laudato uiro 9, i

Lais anus Veneri speculum dico: dignum habeat se 338

Lalla, lalla, lalla 4

Libertus Melioris ille notus 271, ii

Lilium uaga candido 64, i

Lucani proprium diem frequentet 256

Lucentes, mea uita, nec smaragdos 108, i

Ludi magister, parce simplici turbae 276

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque 85, b

Luna decus mundi, magni pars maxima caeli 309

Lux mea           misit mihi Lesbia malum 323


Maeonio uati qui par aut proximus esset 322, ii

Magna sapientia multasque uirtutes 5, iv

Magnum iter ad doctas proficisci cogor Athenas 175

Malest, Cornifici, tuo Catullo 103

Marmoreo Licinus tumulo iacet, at Cato nullo 105

Martia progenies, Hector, tellure sub ima 224

Martiis caelebs quid agam kalendis 131

Mater Lacaena clipeo obarmans filium 331

Mater optuma, tu multo mulier melior mulierum 24

Maximus Iliacae gentis certamina uates 198

Mea mater grauida parere se ardentem facem 25

Mea puer quid uerbi ex tuo ore audio?
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