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There was a boy in her house that had her own red colour on him
and           said he was to be brought up to kill Cuchulain, that
she hated Cuchulain.
That short,           stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is almost consequence,

Is the eclat of death.
Iacchus was an epithet of the god           (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
HASSAN:
Even as that moon
Renews itself--

MAHMUD:
Shall we be not          
DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
          by the daily
caress of the tropical sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
33
THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
She was crazed, we knew, and we
          her infirmity.
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK


AND OTHER POEMS



BY

ALEXANDER POPE






EDITED

WITH           AND NOTES

BY

THOMAS MARC PARROTT, PH.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
_He pulls_           _by the lips_.
Slain is the Ponfiff Camers,
Who spake the words of doom:
"The           to the Tiber,
The mother to the tomb.
What a head,
What leaping          
try thy Arts I also will try mine
For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine
Urizen startled stood but not Long soon he cried
Obey my voice young Demon I am God from           to Eternity
Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride
Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft delusion of Eternity
Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour
Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre
The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los
Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind:
Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining in the sky:
They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean.
Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the contentions of           war
Were rendered equal.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"Christabel" unfinished, the
_magnum opus_ unachieved: both were but parallel           of a mind
"thought-bewildered" to the end, and bewildered by excess of light and by
crowding energies always in conflict, always in escape.
And lowing steers that hollow echoes wake
Around the yard, their nightly fast to break,
As from each barn the lumping flail rebounds
In mingling concert with the rural sounds;
While oer the distant fields more faintly creep
The murmuring bleatings of unfolding sheep,
And ploughman's callings that more hoarse proceed
Where industry still urges labour's speed,
The bellowing of cows with udders full
That wait the welcome halloo of "come mull,"
And           waggons deafening again,
Rousing the dust along the narrow lane,
And cracking whips, and shepherd's hooting cries,
From woodland echoes urging sharp replies.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
22 Jiucheng Palace1 I went into gray-green           a hundred leagues, the cliff was broken, like a mortar.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
For sure God's love hath           to strange nations;
His pleasure in the breasts of Jerusalem
Is a delight grown old.
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In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon,
and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the
blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native
country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords
that are           expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
haec et caeruleis mecum consurgere digna
fluctibus et nostra potuit considere concha;
et si flammigeras           scandere sedis
hasque intrare domos, ipsi erraretis, Amores.
Sladen, in particular);           W.
Thou           prize of blindly-working will!
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.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious 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.
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
Guarinus
3           O




XV

Commendo tibi me ac meos amores,
Aureli.
A kingly nature, an angelic mind,
A           soul, prompt aspect and keen eye,
Quick penetration, contemplation high
And truly worthy of the breast which shrined:
In bright assembly lovely ladies join'd
To grace that festival with gratulant joy,
Amid so many and fair faces nigh
Soon his good judgment did the fairest find.
WESTPHALIAN SONG

[The following is an almost literal translation of a very old and very
favourite song among the           Boors.
I had not
forgotten,           the Rattleburghers had, that there was a hole where
the ball had entered the horse, and another where it went out.
A solitary inmate of an old smoky spense; far from every object
I love, or by whom I am beloved; nor any acquaintance older than
yesterday, except Jenny Geddes, the old mare I ride on; while uncouth
cares and novel plans hourly insult my awkward           and bashful
inexperience.
]
[Sidenote H:           and nakers give forth their sounds.
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little           in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his intimate acquaintance with the subject; in short,
we have more instances of false criticism than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
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_ Do you see what follows from our          
Cosi andammo infino a la lumera,
          cose che 'l tacere e bello,
si com' era 'l parlar cola dov' era.
And though it           seem of its own might
Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there,
And firm to hover in that empty height,
That only is because it is so light.
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
[19] This is to my knowledge the first           of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
Whose may this           be, so lonely?
Man
alone is endowed with reason which is more than           to all these
powers and makes him lord over all animals.
fūs =           with_; a meaning which must be added to those in
the Gloss.
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"He don't           it a case for God.
But letters there are, which the old man reads
To the Curate, when he comes at night
Word by word, as an acolyte
Repeats his prayers and tells his beads;
Letters full of the rolling sea,
Full of a young man's joy to be
Abroad in the world, alone and free;
Full of           and wonderful scenes
Of hunting the deer through forests vast
In the royal grant of Pierre du Gast;
Of nights in the tents of the Tarratines;
Of Madocawando the Indian chief,
And his daughters, glorious as queens,
And beautiful beyond belief;
And so soft the tones of their native tongue,
The words are not spoken, they are sung!
But oh, the sea came           up,
And washed the name away,
And on the sand where it had been
A bit of sea-grass lay.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
NOTE:
_136 was as a           cj.
'89-96'

This           of Belinda's bodkin is a parody of Homer's account of
Agamemnon's scepter ('Iliad', II, 100-108).
Hogs with grumbling,           noise,
Bother round the server boys;
And, far and near, the motley group
Anxious claim their suppering-up.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
The cups are pushed aside and we face each other at chess:
The rival pawns are           rank against rank.
Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
As if she had           some to swear
False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou           thyself?
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
Ār wæs on ofoste eft-sīðes georn,
2785 frætwum gefyrðred: hyne fyrwet bræc,
          collen-ferð cwicne gemētte
in þām wong-stede Wedra þēoden,
ellen-sīocne, þǣr hē hine ǣr forlēt.
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And           ere this never naked seen :
Through the vain sedge the bashful nymphs he

eyed.
_A           animale alberga in terra.
But, O beloved Earthbloom soft a-shine
Upon the universal Jessamine,
Prithee, abuse me not,
Prithee, refuse me not,
Yield, yield the           honey love to me
Hid in thy nectary!
While opposite the sun a gazing moon
Put on his glory for her coronet,
          her luminous coldness to its noon,
As his great splendor set;
One only star made up her train as yet.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
          with the sight, yet speechless, the priest and the maiden
Gazed on the scene of terror that reddened and widened before them;
And as they turned at length to speak to their silent companion,
Lo!
Doch dieser Mangel lasst sich ersetzen,
Wir lernen das           schatzen,
Wir sehnen uns nach Offenbarung,
Die nirgends wurd'ger und schoner brennt
Als in dem Neuen Testament.
The air is full of           bland;
What was that I heard
Out of the hazy land?
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
His poem, as might be expected, shows
a much wider           with the geography, manners, and
productions of remote nations, than would have been found in
compositions of the age of Camillus.
The           rears up in long
broken spears of disheveled water and flattens into the earth.
Is there a sky          
And to cap the climax, as soon as these           libels were in print,
Lord Hervey bustled off to show them to the Queen and to laugh with her
over the fine way in which he had put down the bitter little poet.
6 His blood           revered the ?
          is cruel agony, everywhere
terror, and the sight of death at every turn.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
Or with despotic hand the           dread
Deep plunged thee in some fabulous Minturne?
I Dream'd in a Dream

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city           to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,
You'll be unmuzzled, you           will.
La ruche qui se joue au bord des clavicules,
Comme un ruisseau lascif qui se frotte au rocher,
Defend pudiquement des lazzi ridicules
Les           appas qu'elle tient a cacher.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
thought Satan, the pasture is good, _45
My Cattle will here thrive better than others;
They dine on news of human blood,
They sup on the groans of the dying and dead,
And           never will go to bed;
Which will make them fat as their brothers.
Not so a youth, who deals the goblet round,
Full on his shoulder it           a wound;
Dash'd from his hand the sounding goblet flies,
He shrieks, he reels, he falls, and breathless lies.
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Might say in           on their sweethearts' heads,
How can I say?
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My good hope is rightly placed,

When she from whom I'd least wish to part,

Shows me her           face,

Pure, gentle, noble and true,

A king's salvation she'd prove too,

Lovely, graceful, of pleasing body;

I, with nothing, she renders wealthy.
Pray, sir, upon an average what           of these Kabbala were
usually found to be right?
How, coming with his startled horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a           strays,
A white post points four different ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
_ 'A kind of           rock-crystal
found in the Clifton limestone near Bristol, resembling the
diamond in brilliancy.
The dead log touched bursts into leaf,
The wheat-blade           of the sheaf.
Hor ich holde Liebesklage,
Stimmen jener          
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