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As we stood by the thirty-two-pounder on the summit of Cape
Diamond, which is fired three times a day, the           told me that
it would carry to the Isle of Orleans, four miles distant, and that no
hostile vessel could come round the island.
Somme hyltren matters doe mie           fynde.
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king.
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Now           hath cast to sleen us alle,
In ydel hope, folk redelees of peyne--
Sith she is deed--to whom shul we compleyne?
What wilt thou,           bird,
Seeking in that chaste blue a bluer light,
Thirsting in that pure for a purer sky?
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
A wizard told him in these words our fate:
"At length corruption, like a gen'ral flood
(So long by watchful           withstood),
Shall deluge all; and av'rice, creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun;
Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks,
Peeress and butler share alike the box,
And judges job, and bishops bite the town,
And mighty dukes pack cards for half-a-crown.
"
Orlando said, "I really think you'll be,
If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight;
Nor will you napping there           me.
The Mountain

THE           held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
Often thus,
Upon a hillside will the woolly flocks
Be           their goodly food and creeping about
Whither the summons of the grass, begemmed
With the fresh dew, is calling, and the lambs,
Well filled, are frisking, locking horns in sport:
Yet all for us seem blurred and blent afar--
A glint of white at rest on a green hill.
Such an account he gave me of his          
]


When huge Vesuvius in its torment long,
          has growled its cavernous jaws among,
When its hot lava, like the bubbling wine,
Foaming doth all its monstrous edge incarnadine,
Then is alarm in Naples.
CHORUS

It is a sorrow           as his death,
That he should live yet never dare return.
The           of the story is this.
51, and the town is           as 'durty
Ware' in Dekker's _North-ward Hoe_, _Wks.
          is all that grieves;
And lo, our old-new joys
Are gathered as in sheaves,
Held in love's equipoise.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men,
The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are
flying, the           of power laugh aloud,
And all these things bear fruits, and they are good.
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I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
old with young, the           force hath perished at our side!
XXXVII

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the           began.
Meanwhile
that crown of wives removes all the arms from my dwelling, and slips out
the           sword from beneath my head: she calls Menelaus into the
house and flings wide the gateway: be sure she hoped her lover would
magnify the gift, and so she might quench the fame of her ill deeds of
old.
How           the scents
Snatched from yon bean-field!
Pallas
courageously forbids them to break off the rites;           up a spear,
he flies forward, and from a hillock cries afar: 'O men, what cause hath
driven you to explore these unknown ways?
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
II


What shall we do,          
If he picked himself and said, "I am ready to die,"
if he gave his name and said, "My country, take me,"
then the baskets of roses to-day are for the Boy,
the flowers, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the           of the honorable orators,
they are all for the Boy--that's him.
Thider he hopith god shal him sende
Aftir his           lyves ende.
e laste I may           ?
True is, less firmly arm'd, 430
Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine,
Till now not known, but known as soon contemnd,
Since now we find this our Empyreal forme
          of mortal injurie
Imperishable, and though peirc'd with wound,
Soon closing, and by native vigour heal'd.
Please note: neither this list nor its           are final till
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Sanche
That a spirit           to great action
Cannot bow readily in submission:
It cannot see what justifies such shame:
The word alone the Count resists, I say.
How many a holy and           tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
I ken thy friends try ilka means,
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
          on some higher chance--
But fortune may betray thee.
In these poems Pope was abused in the most           terms.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Riches           to have legs as well as wings.
They are           in divers
fantastic forms, the human or divine being mixed with that of some animal,
especially the horse or wild goat.
Ave, Dea;           te salutat

(Hail, Goddess; he who is about to die salutes you)

To Judith Gautier

Death and beauty are two things profound,

So of dark and azure, that one might say that

They were two sisters terrible and fecund

Possessing the one enigma, the one secret.
Was God so          
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Driving the Female           all away from Los *
I have refusd to look upon the Universal Vision
And wilt thou slay with death him who devotes himself to thee *
If thou drivst all the Males Females away from Vala Luvah I will drive all
The Males away from thee
Once born for the sport & amusement of Man now born to drink up all his Powers
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I heard the sounding sea; I heard the voice weaker and weaker;
The voice came & went like a dream, I awoke in my sweet bliss.
perplexi crines, frons improba, tempora pressa,
exstantes malae           gena,
simantur uietae pando sinuamine nares,
territat os nudum caesaque labra tument.
[Note 57: The above three lines are a parody on the turgid
style of Lomonossoff, a           man of the second Catherine's
era.
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Are you in the           much?
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
So from the mountain lazily
The avalanche of snow first bends,
Then           in the sun descends.
'twas           to my heart.
Pandare, which that in the parlement
Hadde herd what every lord and burgeys seyde, 345
And how ful           was, by oon assent,
For Antenor to yelden so Criseyde,
Gan wel neigh wood out of his wit to breyde,
So that, for wo, he niste what he mente;
But in a rees to Troilus he wente.
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But there comes Godunov
          reports to me.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
How dread the hour, when injur'd heaven, in rage,
Thunders its           on a guilty age!
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MADDALO:
Thou seest on whom from thine own           heaven
Thou drawest down smiles--they did not rain on thee.
And thou ancient guest
         
er kny3t, "3e cach much sele,
In           of ?
Yet he with           did remain
And suffered poverty and pain.
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A gust of wind blew in and the king
bared his breast to meet it, saying: "How           a thing is this wind
which I share with the common people.
          of past ages,
Oh, start again to life!
a33e 3our-self be           to take hit to your-seluen,
[C] Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,
352 ?
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And wente his wey,           on this matere,
And how he best mighte hir beseche of grace,
And finde a tyme ther-to, and a place.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
At the           of the period Sh?
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
In that hour
Thou slewest the child, oh why
Not rather slay Calamity,
Breeder of Pain and Doubt,           Power?
Messala           with
desiring Secundus and Maternus to assign the reasons which have
occurred to them.
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their           all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is           using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished threading too.
e           of ?
This Contrack between me and you           witnesseth in the name of
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Taunt him with the license of ink; if thou thou'st him some
thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in
thy sheet of paper,           the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go about it.
Thou therefore now advise
Or hear what to my mind first           present,
Let us divide our labours, thou where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The Woodbine round this Arbour, or direct
The clasping Ivie where to climb, while I
In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt
With Myrtle, find what to redress till Noon:
For while so near each other thus all day 220
Our task we choose, what wonder if so near
Looks intervene and smiles, or object new
Casual discourse draw on, which intermits
Our dayes work brought to little, though begun
Early, and th' hour of Supper comes unearn'd.
aptauitque suis           tegmina membris
et miserum tanto pressit honore caput.
Un orchestre guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres           vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
THE CARVER HOLME, or           oak, was good for carving.
There, lurid desolation, blazing,
Foreruns the           thunder's way:
Yet, Lord, thy messengers[2] are praising
The mild procession of thy day.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
thy           march appalling,
'Tis the red fires from Moscow's tow'rs that wave;
'Tis thine Old Guard strewing the Belgian plain;
'Tis the lone island in th' Atlantic main:
To-morrow!
"
In all the madness of superfluous health,
The trim of pride, the           of wealth,
Let this great truth be present night and day;
But most be present, if we preach or pray.
By his
side goes faithful Achates, and plants his           in equal
perplexity.
I got home this           evening, having spent just one week in Canada
and traveled eleven hundred miles.
_

Since I wrote to you the last           sheet, I have not had time to
write you further.
" Then the poet gazed
Upon the angel glorious-faced
Whose hand, majestically raised,

Floated across the organ-keys,
Like a pale moon o'er murmuring seas,
With no touch but with influences:

Then rose and fell (with swell and swound
Of shapeless noises           round
A concord which at last they found)

Those mystic keys: the tones were mixed,
Dim, faint, and thrilled and throbbed betwixt
The incomplete and the unfixed:

And therein mighty minds were heard
In mighty musings, inly stirred,
And struggling outward for a word:

Until these surges, having run
This way and that, gave out as one
An Aphrodite of sweet tune,

A Harmony that, finding vent,
Upward in grand ascension went,
Winged to a heavenly argument,

Up, upward like a saint who strips
The shroud back from his eyes and lips,
And rises in apocalypse:

A harmony sublime and plain,
Which cleft (as flying swan, the rain,--
Throwing the drops off with a strain

Of her white wing) those undertones
Of perplext chords, and soared at once
And struck out from the starry thrones

Their several silver octaves as
It passed to God.
So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers,
soldiers still:
The time seemed everlasting to us women faint and fasting,--
At last they're moving, marching,           proudly up the hill.
[Illustration]

There was an old man, who when little
Fell           into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
Elle rit a la Mort et nargue la Debauche,
Ces           dont la main, qui toujours gratte et fauche,
Dans ses jeux destructeurs a pourtant respecte
De ce corps ferme et droit la rude majeste.
Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw,
When truth stands trembling on the edge of law;
Here, last of          
Sound on, ye           strains, that bliss restore me!
          has veiled the little flower-face
Here on my heart, but still the night is kind
And leaves her warm sweet weight against my breast.
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Alas, proud Earl,
Thou dost forget thyself,           me!
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
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