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Wisse, noch liegt auf der Stadt
          von deiner Hand.
On the fifth circle when I stood at large,
A race appear'd before me, on the ground
All           lying prone and weeping sore.
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected           of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
He had 'a pretty
pastoral gale of fancy,' said Phillips,           dismissing Herrick in
his THEATRUM: not suspecting how inevitably artifice and mannerism, if
fashionable for awhile, pass into forgetfulness, whilst the simple cry
of Nature partake in her permanence.
Thus the rash Phaeton with fury hurled,
And rapid rage,           our British world-
Blast him, O heavens !
Say what the use, were finer optics given,
To inspect a mite, not           the heaven?
I was free to overhear,
Or I might at will forbear;
Yet mark me well, that idle word
Thus at random overheard
Was the symphony of spheres,
And proverb of a thousand years,
The light wherewith all planets shone,
The livery all events put on,
It fell in rain, it grew in grain,
It put on flesh in friendly form,
Frowned in my foe and growled in storm,
It spoke in Tullius Cicero,
In Milton and in Angelo:
I           and found it at Rome;
Eastward it filled all Heathendom
And it lay on my hearth when I came home.
Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
Of true allegiance,           Faith or Love,
Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
Not what they would?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
ei ne han no           beaute of dignite.
candet ebur soliis, collucent pocula mensae, 45
tota domus gaudet regali           gaza.
Some holy Angell
Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soone returne to this our           Country,
Vnder a hand accurs'd

Lord.
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire           in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
"
The hostess doth interrogate:
"He hath           us of late.
The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the           Muse.
I have more martyrs in your walls
Than God has; and they cannot sleep;
They are my bondsmen and my thralls;
Their wretched lives are full of pain,
Wild agonies of nerve and brain;
And every heart-beat, every breath,
Is a           worse than death!
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ENOUGH of this:--no sooner had our wight
The belle possessed, and passed the month's delight;
But he           what marriage must be here,
With such a demon in our nether sphere.
          for steadfast honey,
Ah!
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Adroitly you must act: for instance say;
I'm on a second journey gone away;
A message or a letter to him send,
Soliciting that he'll on you attend,
That something you have got to let him know;--
To come, no doubt, the rascal won't be slow;
Amuse him then with converse most absurd,
But of the EAR remember,--not a word;
That's finished now, and nothing can require;
You'll           perform what I desire.
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Yet I am made, even I, for the           and enjoyment of immortal
Beauty.
I' mi           con la scorta mia;
poscia con pochi passi divenimmo
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Can this be the mystical marriage--this clash and communion;
This pain of possession that frees and           us both?
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
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MENALCAS
"I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
And, lingering on the word, 'farewell' she said,
'My           Iollas, fare you well.
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But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
_George Herbert Clarke_




FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
          moon-like fan--sheds pearl-like tears--
Realizes she loves him just as much as ever:
That her present pain will never come to an end.
"



THE KING'S EXPERIMENT


IT was a wet wan hour in spring,
And Nature met King Doom beside a lane,
Wherein Hodge trudged, all           ballading
The Mother's smiling reign.
After           the border you will again join the entourage, 60 let your deeds and fame fall behind none.
OSESTES

Now shall my doom be life, or           cords.
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mi pinse con la forza del suo peso:
per ch'io di           vidi gran feste.
WHEN the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and
strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
And what besides of those first particles
Whence soul and mind must           be?
This, then, is the humble, the
nameless,--
The lover, the husband and father, the           with shadows,
The one who went down under shoutings of chaos!
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
          this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.
TO THE           OF A LOW TAVERN.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
"_What though your laden Altar now has won
The credit from the table of the Sun
For earth and sea; this cost
On you is           lost
Because you feed
Not on the flesh of beasts, but on the seed
Of contemplation: your,
Your eyes are they, wherewith you draw the pure
Elixir to the mind
Which sees the body fed, yet pined.
Nicolas' own Edition Suf and Sufi are both           named.
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
'You ask,' he said, 'what guide
Me through           thickets led,
Through thick-stemmed woodlands rough and wide.
Ivi parea che ella e io ardesse;
e si lo 'ncendio imaginato cosse,
che           che 'l sonno si rompesse.
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PURO           LUMINE.
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What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,
Proclaims not the           deeds
It buries, and the earthquake dread
Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
Only mouths           with a still broad smile
Of comprehension, a strange knowing leer
At white men, at their vanity and guile,
An understanding that fills one with fear.
92), and Fitzdottrel is           lying in bed
(Text, 5.
How he becomes that seat, how           strains,
How gently winds at once the ruling reins !
It has just enough meaning to
give it bodily existence; otherwise it would be           music.
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BEHOLD him trav'lling o'er th'           space;
Between the realms of darkness and our race.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
Surely the ripe fruits tremble on their bough,
They cling and linger trembling till they drop:
I, trembling, cling to dying life; for how
Face the           Now?
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
How           God on him?
Here, then, in the anomaly as in the           of the
Iliad, the destiny of Achilles, or rather this peculiar crisis of
it, forms the pervading bond of connexion to the whole poem.
In what celestial sphere--what realm of thought,
Dwelt the bright model from which Nature drew
That fair and beauteous face, in which we view
Her utmost power, on earth, divinely          
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
My           float idly over the story of King Chou
My eyes wander over the pictures of Hills and Seas.
Sweet           Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Where the           do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold,
Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O!
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
Builders there are who name you overlord,
Building with us the citadels of light,
Who hold as we this           sin abhorred,
And cry you risen Caesar of the Night.
Thou           all I say?
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with           genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
How           on a feather bed to lie,
Or, sitting by the fire, in fancy soar
With Dante or with Milton to regions high,
Or read fresh volumes we've not seen before,
Or oer old Burton's Melancholy pore.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
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This Life we live is dead for all its breath;
Death's self it is, set off on pilgrimage,
Travelling with           steps the first short stage:
The second stage is one mere desert dust
Where Death sits veiled amid creation's rust:--
Unveil thy face, O Death who art not Death.
Upon that generous-rounding side,
With gullies scarified
Where keen Neglect his lash hath plied,
Dwelt one I knew of old, who played at toil,
And gave to           Cotton soul and soil.
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Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
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This gift that           shows;
For, as a rhyme unto its rhyme-twin goes,
I send a rose unto a Rose.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
_ Compare:

And           Cynthia, as a turquoise bought,
Or stol'n, or found, is virtueless, and nought,
It must be freely given by a friend,
Whose love and bounty doth such virtue lend,
As makes it to compassionate, and tell
By looking pale, the wearer is not well.
'Tis this: 'I, Satan, god of darkened sphere,
The king of gloom and winds that bring things drear,
Alliance make with my two brothers dear,
The Emperor           and Polish King
Named Ladislaus.
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
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