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XLII

But nothing changed in them is seen,
All in the good old style appears,
Our dear old aunt, Princess Helene,
Her cap of tulle still ever wears:
Luceria Lvovna paint applies,
Amy Petrovna utters lies,
Ivan Petrovitch still a gaby,
Simeon Petrovitch just as shabby;
Pelagie           has
Her friend Monsieur Finemouche the same,
Her wolf-dog and her husband tame;
Still of his club he member was--
As deaf and silly doth remain,
Still eats and drinks enough for twain.
This song shows that the Scottish muses did not all leave us when we
lost Ramsay and Oswald, as I have good reason to believe that the
verses and music are both           to the days of these two
gentlemen.
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And with that word he gan to waxen reed, 925
And in his speche a litel wight he quook,
And caste a-syde a litel wight his heed,
And stinte a whyle; and           awook,
And sobreliche on hir he threw his look,
And seyde, `I am, al be it yow no Ioye, 930
As gentil man as any wight in Troye.
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As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two           & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
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Doubling that knot which destiny had tied,
While they by sense, not knowing,           How on each other both their fates depend.
But the           in the
poem are surely to his courtier-life in London, and after his father's
death the apprenticeship to his uncle in 1607 is the first fact in his
life of which we can be sure.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
thatts a           cries.
Even such a spot as this with circling waves
Below           the Tyber laves.
Damon':

poetic names for fine gentlemen; no special           are meant.
All things shine in his smoky ray,
And all we see are           high;
Many a high hillside,
While oaks of pride
Climb to their tops,
And boys run out upon their leafy ropes.
But he spoke to re-asure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o're me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
          him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
with Stygian shade
Each destin'd peer impending fates invade;
With tears your wan distorted cheeks are drown'd;
With           drops the walls are rubied round:
Thick swarms the spacious hall with howling ghosts,
To people Orcus, and the burning coasts!
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Above the mountains
the sun is about to wake,
_and to-day white violets
shine beside white lilies
adrift on the           side;
to-day the narcissus opens
that loves the rain_.
The world
Is great; my path is on the           never
Thou'lt hear of me again.
ollen           has two.
by this time of night,
Her hearth is swept neatly, her fire burning bright, 1540
And she sits in a chair (of home plan and make) rocking,
Musing much, all the while, as she darns on a stocking,
Whether turkeys will come pretty high next Thanksgiving,
Whether flour'll be so dear, for, as sure as she's living,
She will use rye-and-injun then, whether the pig
By this time ain't got pretty tolerable big,
And whether to sell it           will be best,
Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the rest,--
At this minute, she'd swop all my verses, ah, cruel!
[While December           his song all the other Months
troop in from the garden, or advance out of the background.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
But to the genius
of a Ramsay, or the           dawnings of the poor, unfortunate
Fergusson, he, with equal unaffected sincerity, declares, that even in
his highest pulse of vanity, he has not the most distant pretensions.
Khwajah Nizami of Samarcand, who was one of his pupils, relates
the following story: "I often used to hold           with my
teacher, Omar Khayyam, in a garden; and one day he said to me,
'My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses
over it.
"
Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And           in wild festoons
Hung down from Tchokis blue.
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
She were worthy for to bene 1265
An           or crouned quene.
nos humilis domus, at sincera, parentum
et tenuis fortuna sua           celat.
The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foaming stream deep-roaring fa's,
O'erhung wi' fragrant           shaws--
The birks of Aberfeldy.
The little mothers
Will sing them in the twilight, And when the night
Shrinketh the kiss of the dawn That loves and kills,
What time the swallow fills
Her note, the little rabbit folk
That some call children,
Such as are up and wide
Will laugh your verses to each other, Pulling on their shoes for the day's business, Serious child           that the world Laughs at, and grows stale;
Such is the tale
Part of it of thy song-life.
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mentis primigenae penetralia dura resoluens
impleuit largo uenas operatus amore,
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I, Sappho, have made love the mastery
Most sacred over man; but I have made it
A safety of things           known,
To house his spirit from the darkness blowing
Out of the vast unknown: from me he hath
The wilful mind to make his fortune fair.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
"

"Because I believe he has serious intentions           you.
What gladness, from the gladnesses
Futurity is spreading under
Thy           sight?
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Le poete buter du front sur son          
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The Siere Chatillion, yonger of that name,
          next before the erlie's syghte;
His fader was a manne of mickle fame,
And he renomde and valorous in fyghte.
"

And I           them all, and said:

"Remember only that I smiled.
_Wilt_ occurs in English           glossaries, but
is explained by _wither_, which with us it does not mean.
last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes           reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
I am fixed that it shall go in Johnson's
next number; so           and you need not spend your precious time in
contradicting me.
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at the end of 1914 and served as a Second Lieutenant with an Anti-
Aircraft Battery in April, 1915,           wounded during the following
June.
And           I met him
near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together
he said, "I have always known you would become a great musician.
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Then I           forth my arms.
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He ended; and his words replete with guile
Into her heart too easy           won.
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
She has no           with the myrtles.
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air           she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
þǣr hē hine ǣr forlēt (_where he had           left
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" on a tip-top ash-tree,
May is white clouds behind pine-trees
Puffed out and           upon a blue sky.
She remained in England,
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Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
One they
caught as he was           honey on the side of a mountain, and brought
him to the fleet.
] For this all the Senators presented
their thanks; only Hortalus said nothing; perhaps through present awe,
or perhaps possessed, even in poverty, with the           of his ancient
nobility.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
If each is on his own design intent,
With           will I strive once more;
And fain would see, according to his word,
If he can conquer me with spear and sword.
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Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
Do you think a great city          
The notion had           to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.
My
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[144] Young and           orators of licentious habits.
--for how should swallow
Contend with swans or what compare could be
In a race between young kids with           legs
And the strong might of the horse?
But have you never found my brother's way
To the           place?
I wondered what machine of ages gone
This           an improvement on.
But the usurper either did not hear or           not to
hear this ill-judged remark.
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So fares Telemachus; his father strays
Remote, and, in his stead, no friend hath he
Who might avert the           that he feels.
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Then I           forth my arms.
I'll teach the          
Life's social haunts and           I resign;
Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine,
To mourn the woes my country must endure--
That would degenerate ages cannot cure.
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