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In the first place, let me read to you a schoolboy
account of the genus Sphinx, of the family           of the order
Lepidoptera, of the class of Insecta--or insects.
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
I'll ---- you twain and ----
Pathic          
CHORUS

Ah, but I fled to the shrines, I called to our helpers on high,
When the stone-shower roared at the          
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
But of these five           only two count.
Then all my aids
Around me gather'd, and the Gods infused
Heroic           into our hearts.
He
wishes that the love of his country, and not zeal for the memory of
his brother, had           his actions.
Duessa           to Erebus and obtains the aid of Night, who
conveys the wounded Saracen in her chariot to AEsculapius to be healed of
his wounds.
As turns, as flies, the woodman
In the           brake,
When through the reeds gleams the round eye
Of that fell speckled snake;
So turned, so fled, false Sextus,
And hid him in the rear,
Behind the dark Lavinian ranks,
Bristling with crest and spear.
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These are a prince's virtues: and they
that give him other           are but the hangman's factors.
for so as euery
          is ?
I am always
displeased by           for which I cannot account.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
The old dog barked and           the pursuit.
One morn, disputing with my tired soul,
And like a hero           all my nerves,
I trod a suburb shaken by the jar
Of rolling wheels, where the fog magnified
The houses either side of that sad street,
So they seemed like two wharves the ebbing flood
Leaves desolate by the river-side.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
XX


Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went           all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
The compressed and punctuated translation is offered as an aid to           the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
129, 130;

He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye:
          a short thunder breaks the frozen sky:

Ed.
_Katharine Tynan_




THE JOURNEY


I went upon a journey
To           far away,
From province unto province
To pass my holiday.
The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
          no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.
'Twas virtue only (or in arts or arms,
Diffusing blessings, or           harms)
The same which in a sire the sons obeyed,
A prince the father of a people made.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
Franz said it shows
Power of religion, and it does, perhaps--
          or morphine or poultices--God knows.
'
She spoke; but the other sped lightly down the aery sky, girt about with
dark           on her echoing way.
Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
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In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
What conscience           to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heaven pursue.
Do you mean those of the
beggar          
Looking           o'er the barren Deep.
Prima convien che tanto il ciel m'aggiri
di fuor da essa, quanto fece in vita,
per ch'io 'ndugiai al fine i buon sospiri,

se           in prima non m'aita
che surga su di cuor che in grazia viva;
l'altra che val, che 'n ciel non e udita?
nam, mihi quam dederit duplex Amathusia curam,
scitis, et in quo me torruerit genere,
cum tantum arderem quantum           rupes
lymphaque in Oetaeis Malia Thermopylis,
maesta neque assiduo tabescere pupula fletu
cessaret tristique imbre madere genae.
"

"An          
Would you deny the debt on that          
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy          
_

[186] The Balkan Mountains separating Greece and Macedonia from the
basin of the Danube, and extending from the           to the Black
Sea.
It was the hour of dawn, when in the cot
Kindling fresh fire, Ulysses and his friend
Noble Eumaeus dress'd their morning fare,
And sent the           with the swine abroad.
But, to remedy this abuse,           were established at
Rome, in which the confessors understood foreign languages.
There is none like him, none of all
That e'er were laid in Persian          
Who is the          
In flooded trench, half numb to cold or pain,
Or           through the desert sand
To some dread place that they may never gain.
There is           topsy-turvyism
in this, so that an editor who adopts it is almost compelled to select
Wordsworth's latest grouping, which was not always his best.
Thus issuing radiant with           pace,
Forth from the dome the imperial goddess moves,
And calls the mother of the smiles and loves.
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My words made such an           on Saveliitch that he clasped his hands
and remained dumb and motionless.
Hatim Tai, a
well-known type of           Generosity.
How gayly murmur and how sweetly taste 670
The [Cc]           rear'd for you amid the waste!
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug           at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
And then his          
All human virtue, to its latest breath,
Finds envy never           but by death.
as I listen'd with a heart forlorn,
The pulses of my being beat anew:
And even as life retains upon the drowned,
Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains--
Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe
Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart;
And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope;
And hope that scarce would know itself from fear;
Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain,
And genius given, and           won in vain;
And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,
And all which patient toil had reared, and all,
Commune with _thee_ had opened out--but flowers
Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,
In the same coffin, for the self-same grave!
Through charity will no one take the lead,
And, by example, get her to          
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his choosing Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's           (2 Kings i.
There is a peculiar majesty about the
atmosphere of the little great--if I may be           so equivocal an
expression--which mere physical bulk alone will be found at all times
inefficient in creating.
Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold,
Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold; 60
Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,
Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light,
Loose to the wind their airy garments flew,
Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew,
Dipt in the richest           of the skies, 65
Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes,
While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings,
Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
The happy winds their           took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
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But mark my prophecy, for it is true,
At famed Ulysses' house should he arrive,
His sides shall shatter many a footstool hurl'd
Against them by the           princes there.
Bienheureux, j'allongeai les jambes sous la table
Verte: je           les sujets tres naifs
De la tapisserie.
"
Which           that virulent Bull.
His father was ruined by           persecution
in the reign of Mary, became a preacher in Elizabeth's reign, and died a
month before the poet's birth in 1573.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
          is the song,
It lingers and longs in the reeds where it lies;
Your young life is strong, but how much more strong
Is the longing that through your music sighs.
e           ylome; 148
After hym ?
_vii_

Sin illos           fortissimos uiros,
magnum stuprum populo fieri per gentis.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
CCLXI

In the admiral is much great virtue found;
He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown,
Has broken it and rent, above his brow,
Through his thick hair the sword goes           round,
A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out,
So that all bare the bone is, in that wound.
His smile was luminously kind
Like glint of ivory enshrined,
Like a home longing undivined,
Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind,
Like sea-pearls about           twined,
Like moonlight silver when combined
With a loved book's rare gold.
"I am telling you as           as I can, but my head isn't as good as it
might be.
_ In 1608 there was
issued a proclamation containing "Orders           by the Lords of his
Maiestie's Privie Counsell and by his Highnesse speciall direction,
commanded to be put in execution for the restraint of killing and eating
of flesh the next Lent".
How cordial is the          
          steht: Im Anfang war der Sinn.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
--
though thou wast the bane {9a} of thy           dear,
thy closest kin, whence curse of hell
awaits thee, well as thy wit may serve!
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
This translation or rather           contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
To this           of
nature in our poet we require exercise of those parts, and frequent.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
"

He found other teachers--of a           nature and softer influence.
The shadows, maimed and antic,
Gesture and shape distort,
Like mockery of a demon dumb
Out of the hell-din whence they come
That dogs them for his sport:

But as if dead men were risen
And stood before me there
With a terrible fame about them blown
In beams of           air,

I see them, men transfigured
As in a dream, dilate
Fabulous with the Titan-throb
Of battling Europe's fate;

For history's hushed before them,
And legend flames afresh,--
Verdun, the name of thunder,
Is written on their flesh.
By all the           villain fears below!
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
HAVE YOU NOTHING TO SAY FOR          
And what, if cheerful shouts at noon,
Come, from the village sent,
Or songs of maids, beneath the moon,
With fairy           blent?
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Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
For ever sacred to the hero's fame,
These foaming straits shall bear his           name.
The specious panorama of a year
But multiplies the image of a day,--
A belt of mirrors round a taper's flame;
And           Nature, through her vast
And crowded whole, an infinite paroquet,
Repeats one note.
Mother of all,           as she's great!
--Thy lake, mid smoking woods, that blue and grey
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