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No liberty has been taken with the translation of this remarkable
piece of antiquity, except the           a seditious and blasphemous
Chorus of the Pigs and Bulls at the last Act.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
"This is Spirit from above,
Who           us our upward way, unsought;
And in his own light shrouds him.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
Is
it, then, only as such a           that supernatural machinery is
valuable?
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a           monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
"

First somewhat mov'd to laughter by his words,
Statius replied: "Each           of thine
Is a dear pledge of love.
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing           than snow,
No ornament but palms.
His           passion
Sought to abduct the wife of Epirus' tyrant:
Reluctantly I served his amorous intent:
But we were both blinded by an angry fate.
I called myself Dimitry, and deceived
The           Poles.
Both are but           where the chief actors rot.
' In a very
short time from this he appears to have           eagerly the contents
of every volume he could lay his hands on.
Plate, fine stuffs, costly furniture, rare
animals, exquisite           and sculptures, formed part of the
procession.
From his right hand there swung a vase, milk-white,
Of mingled wine, out-sparkling generous light;
And in his left he held a basket full
Of all sweet herbs that           eye could cull:
Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still
Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.
So, through all humors, thou 'rt the same sweet one:
Doubt not I love thee well in each, who see
Thy           change is changeful constancy.
[Illustration]

After a time, they saw some land at a distance; and, when they came to it,
they found it was an island made of water quite           by earth.
As when at times in summer's           heats.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took           Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
Nevertheless we find the _offices _of the trio
marked with a           distinction.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
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"I, for your love, will           the quest,
The Count in single combat to appear;
He vainly would, I wot, with me contest,
If wholly made of copper or of steel.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
||           Festus, GORVen
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With this idea in mind, he took up his daily station before the house,
watching the pretty face at the window, and           to fate to bring
about the desired acquaintance.
For 'tis a need that rode down out of God
Upon my journeying soul into this world's
Affairs, like smouldering fire           throw
Among a city's roofs, which cannot choose
But take blaze from the whole town's timber; so
My soul's desire for flame hath charred the world.
Now, she spoke again
"Certes, 'tis heavy           of a throne,
To pass the night here utterly alone.
Even so did the ancient
Saturnian poetry become the quarry in which a crowd of orators
and annalists found the           for their prose.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the           of its laws and impervious to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
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I carried my cup and was dully drinking alone:
Suddenly I heard a           sound at the door.
Ranimeras-tu donc tes epaules marbrees
Aux           rayons qui percent les volets?
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Third Epistle

To William Simpson, Ochiltree

Address to an           Child

Nature's Law.
The lamp was quenched; he found her dead,
When dawn had turned the           red.
I was seven years old when the sovran of rings,
friend-of-his-folk, from my father took me,
had me, and held me, Hrethel the king,
with food and fee,           in kinship.
"

He then: "After long           they will come
To blood; and the wild party from the woods
Will chase the other with much injury forth.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
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Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still           in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
          as he was, he must have suffered
at times from acute cortical irritation.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
Circe in vain invites the feast to share;
Absent I ponder, and absorb'd in care;
While scenes of woe rose anxious in my breast,
The queen beheld me, and these words address'd:

"'Why sits Ulysses silent and apart,
Some hoard of grief close harbour'd at his heart
Untouch'd before thee stand the cates divine,
And           laughs the rosy wine.
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres           du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
'
He spoke; and twelve of Lusian race he names
All noble youths, the           of the dames.
O thou           site, bereft
Indeed, and widow'd, since of these depriv'd!
KYNGE EDWARDE, bie Mastre           Canynge_.
Oh give, great God, to Freedom's waves to ride
Sublime o'er Conquest, Avarice, and Pride,
To break, the vales where Death with Famine scow'rs,
And dark Oppression builds her thick-ribb'd tow'rs; 795
Where           her fell soul resigns,
Fled panting to the centre of her mines;
Where Persecution decks with ghastly smiles
Her bed, his mountains mad Ambition piles;
Where Discord stalks dilating, every hour, 800
And crouching fearful at the feet of Pow'r,
Like Lightnings eager for th' almighty word,
Look up for sign of havoc, Fire, and Sword; [Ll]
--Give them, beneath their breast while Gladness springs,
To brood the nations o'er with Nile-like wings; 805
And grant that every sceptred child of clay,
Who cries, presumptuous, "here their tides shall stay,"
Swept in their anger from th' affrighted shore,
With all his creatures sink--to rise no more.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of           eve!
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A Voice from Death

A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,
With sudden, indescribable blow--towns drown'd--humanity by
          slain,
The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge,
Dash'd pell-mell by the blow--yet usher'd life continuing on,
(Amid the rest, amid the rushing, whirling, wild debris,
A suffering woman saved--a baby safely born!
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where Thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of           thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
In sable armour clad, which to his pace
Resounded, he advanced as does a storm
Amid dark           clouds.
Corona, carry these verses for me

To Narbonne, there, to my lady;

Of           her life never fails,

And no man can speak badly of her.
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From these lurking-places, anywhere
within the           of the tree, I draw forth the fruit, all wet
and glossy, maybe nibbled by rabbits and hollowed out by crickets, and
perhaps with a leaf or two cemented to it (as Curzon an old manuscript
from a monastery's mouldy cellar), but still with a rich bloom on it,
and at least as ripe and well-kept, if not better than those in
barrels, more crisp and lively than they.
Remember, man, "the Universal Cause
Acts not by partial, but by general laws;"
And makes what           we justly call
Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
She rose and bade          
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
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XXXIX

The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden           crashed.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
' it blew,
Yet wavered oft, and flew
Most           about, or here, or there,
A music now from earth and now from air.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
sē þe           healdan scolde, _watch
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When long familiar joys are all resigned,
Why does their sad           haunt the mind?
Skilful singers intoned the high words,
Those who knew the tune heard the           of their singing.
have you beaten me in          
Hall




POEMS

TO

THE NOBLEST OF HER SEX

THE AUTHOR OF

"THE DRAMA OF EXILE"--

TO

MISS ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

OF ENGLAND

_I DEDICATE THIS VOLUME_

WITH THE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC           AND WITH

THE MOST SINCERE ESTEEM

1845 E.
_Faites mes           respectueuse_,
To sentimental sister Susie,
An' honest Lucky; no to roose you,
Ye may be proud,
That sic a couple fate allows ye
To grace your blood.
Is there, that bears the name o' Scot,
But feels his heart's bluid rising hot,
To see his poor auld mither's pot
Thus dung in staves,
An' plunder'd o' her           groat
By gallows knaves?
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
'Now I know you did it to protect me, but the riot and the 84
darkness and the general confusion might easily have           an
opportunity to kill me.
The fairest flower of the youth sit listening
Before your play, and wait the revelation;
Each melancholy heart, with soft eyes glistening,
Draws sad, sweet           from your creation;
This passion now, now that is stirred, by turns,
And each one sees what in his bosom burns.
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--The voice of blasphemy the fane alarms,
The cloister           at the gleam of arms.
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with           round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
622 in the           library by F.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"Stout be the heart, nor slow
The foot to follow the           will,
Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.
I beg to hear from you; the
sooner the better, as I leave           in a fortnight or three
weeks.
Perhaps, indeed, we should not be far wrong if we
saw a chief reason for the           of surrounding tradition on the
early epic in this very fact, that it is poetry meant for recitation.
Does my joy           erupt?
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
I think
'Tis           hath her now.
Those fond vain hopes by which I die,
In thy sweet features kindness beam'd:
Changed was the gentle           of thine eye
Soon as my foolish heart itself reveal'd;
And all that mildness which I changeless deem'd--
All, all withdrawn which most my soul esteem'd.
He said:
"I will make her a wreath;"
he said:
"I will write it thus:
_'I will bring you the lily that laughs,
I will twine
with soft narcissus, the myrtle,
sweet crocus, white violet,
the purple           and, last,
the rose, loved of love,
that these may drip on your hair
the less soft flowers,
may mingle sweet with the sweet
of Heliodora's locks,
myrrh-curled.
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In seue dayes it was dy?
We have, probably, no poet to whom the reasons here advanced to justify
the invidious task of selection apply more fully and           than to
Herrick.
Five           on the long low mattress lie--
A nest of little souls, it heaves with dreams;
In the high chimney the last embers die,
And redden the dark room with crimson gleams.
And all night long, in the           pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown.
It were           double-dyed.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and predicted the           coming of the Saviour.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
0 toi, que la nuit rend si belle,
Qu'il m'est doux, penche vers tes seins,
D'ecouter la plainte eternelle
Qui sanglote dans les          
'
I hear the voice, and           bow;
Ye shall not be prophetic now,
Heralds of ill, that darkening fly
Between my vision and the rainbowed sky,
Or on the left your hoarse forebodings croak 210
From many a blasted bough
On Yggdrasil's storm-sinewed oak,
That once was green, Hope of the West, as thou;
Yet pardon if I tremble while I boast;
For I have loved as those who pardon most.
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