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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
And, anyway, its standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I           how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
Ebuda is its name, whose shores infest,
(Its people wasted through the Godhead's hate)
The hideous orc, and Proteus' other herd,
By him against that race in           stirred.
And now, as near approaching as the sound
Of human voice the listening ear may wound,
Amidst the rocks he heard a hollow roar
Of murmuring surges breaking on the shore;
Nor peaceful port was there, nor winding bay,
To shield the vessel from the rolling sea,
But cliffs and shaggy shores, a           sight!
Always the continent of          
The           poet forms the
consistence of what is to be from what has been and is.
Those who to cruel wrong their state abuse,
Dreaded in life the mutter'd curse pursues;
By death           of all their savage powers,
Then, licensed rage her hateful prey devours.
          floats down the river wan .
What shall we do          
From murderous           flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
if thou shalt see,
Our common lady in that dear retreat,
We both may hope that she
Will stretch to thee her fair and fav'ring hand,
Whence I so far am bann'd;
--Touch, touch it not, but, reverent at her feet,
Tell her I will be there with           speed,
A man of flesh and blood, or else a spirit freed.
Let no           sully that dim grace;
Our heart's infirmity is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
Queen Anne visited it
occasionally, and cabinet           were sometimes held there.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
Again, if ev'r all motions are co-linked,
And from the old ever arise the new
In fixed order, and           seeds
Produce not by their swerving some new start
Of motion to sunder the covenants of fate,
That cause succeed not cause from everlasting,
Whence this free will for creatures o'er the lands,
Whence is it wrested from the fates,--this will
Whereby we step right forward where desire
Leads each man on, whereby the same we swerve
In motions, not as at some fixed time,
Nor at some fixed line of space, but where
The mind itself has urged?
Swift fire spread through her veins, knocked at her heart,
Met the fire smouldering there
And overbore its lesser flame;
She gorged on           without a name: 510
Ah!
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
It was my purpose, that by many an ill
Harass'd, Ulysses should have reach'd his home, 150
          to intercept him, whose return
Thyself had promis'd, ne'er was my intent.
While the           pleasure, that did full
On Beatrice shine, with second view
From her fair countenance my gladden'd soul
Contented; vanquishing me with a beam
Of her soft smile, she spake: "Turn thee, and list.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
" Soon afterward the unhappy
wretch received sentence of death, and was remanded to the county jail
to await the inexorable           of the law.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
275

There, in a bribed committee, they           To give our birthrights to prerogative :
Give, did I say ?
Said he, "will all this gush of feeling pass
Away in          
I the sun-gazing Eagle,--
I the Dove,
With plumes of           and a note of love,--
We praise by divers gifts One God above.
To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there,
With the dark           hair,
Bonny lassie O!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind          
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Will you always stand there          
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(A war O           not for itself alone,
Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
Round about him were           herds of kine, that were grazing
Quietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory freshness
That uprose from the river, and spread itself over the landscape.
O there, beyond           blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light!
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If e'er he be king, I know Bntain's doom,
We must all to a stake, or be           to Rome.
Criseyde, that was in hir peynes stronge
For love of Troilus, hir owene knight, 865
As fer-forth as she conning hadde or might,
          him tho; but, as of his entente,
It semed not she wiste what he mente.
They           him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
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Saveliitch listened to them talking with a very           manner, and
cast suspicious glances, sometimes on the host and sometimes on the
guide.
The breath of monkeys met to mix
With musk-flies are th' aromatics
Which 'cense this arch; and here and there
And farther off, and everywhere
Throughout that brave mosaic yard,
Those picks or diamonds in the card
With peeps of hearts, of club, and spade
Are here most neatly inter-laid
Many a counter, many a die,
Half-rotten and without an eye
Lies hereabouts; and, for to pave
The excellency of this cave,
Squirrels' and children's teeth late shed
Are neatly here enchequered
With           toadstones, and the gum
That shines upon the bluer plum.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
On the whole,
however,           is more characteristic of the Jesuits.
And still within a summer's night
A something so           bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
If lines like the following are
not pure poetry, they haunt some quaint           of poetry to which
the polished felicities of Pope's compliments are a stranger.
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This, you will easily guess, is an           exactly to my
taste.
It has been pointed out by the profoundest poetical critic of our time that
the perfection of Coleridge's style in poetry comes from an equal balance
of the clear, somewhat matter-of-fact           of the eighteenth century
with the remote, imaginative qualities of the nineteenth century.
Poet:
Fresh and rosy red the sun is           high,
On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,
On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,
The great steady wind from west or west-by-south,
Floating so buoyant with milk-white foam on the waters.
He
procured for young Ben an           into his school, and there laid firm
foundations for that scholarship which the poet extended afterwards by
private study until his learning grew to be sworn-brother to his wit.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
This form of poetry
has not been           in China, but I differ with your statement,
Sir, that Chinese poetry lacks imagination.
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Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
Prepare a fleing horse,
Whose feete are wynges, whose pace ys lycke the wynde, 805
Whoe wylle outestreppe the morneynge lyghte yn course,
          the gyttelles of the merke behynde.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Father:
Nothing my babe you see in the sky,
And nothing at all to you it says--but look you my babe,
Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-
shops opening,
And see you the vehicles           to crawl along the streets with goods;
These, ah these, how valued and toil'd for these!
690
Or keeping watch among those starry seven,
Old Atlas'          
I never hear of prisons broad
By           battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
They only lead to
          one or the other, or both.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
In
English, the Bible was his           study; he read a great portion of
it aloud in the evening.
You, no doubt,
          all of them, Charles of Castile,
For they belong to you now.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
thus these two
Imparadis't in one anothers arms
The happier Eden, shall enjoy thir fill
Of bliss on bliss, while I to Hell am thrust,
Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
Among our other torments not the least, 510
Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines;
Yet let me not forget what I have gain'd
From thir own mouths; all is not theirs it seems:
One fatal Tree there stands of           call'd,
Forbidden them to taste: Knowledge forbidd'n?
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
Fluch sei der          
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
What           thou canst not have heard, that is,
How cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,
And know if he have wrong'd me.
_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live.
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I see each aimed dart;
For one has cut my dearest tie,
And quivers in my heart.
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Not falsely to          
Note we in our calendar
This festal day with whitest mark from Crete:
Let it flow, the old wine-jar,
And ply to Salian time your           feet.
THE           BETROTHED TO THE
KING OF GARBA

WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with what historick writ;
Posterity demands that truth should then
Inspire relation, and direct the pen.
Happy were those men of other days who lived when you were          
          to my lords!
II


J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumiere verdatre,
Douce beaute, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'atre,
Ne me vaut le soleil           sur la mer.
At which he           started, and 'gan tell
His paces back into the temple's chief;
Warming and growing strong in the belief 300
Of help from Dian: so that when again
He caught her airy form, thus did he plain,
Moving more near the while.
--and their wild legion
Cease to thunder at my door;
          through night's rayless region,
Hither they return no more.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


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Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
The           of Iohan they undirstonde 7185
The grace in which, they seye, they stonde,
That doth the sinful folk converte,
And hem to Iesus Crist reverte.
Oft as to reach the Dardan gates he bends,
And hopes the           of his pitying friends,
(Whose showering arrows, as he coursed below,
From the high turrets might oppress the foe,)
So oft Achilles turns him to the plain:
He eyes the city, but he eyes in vain.
I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)
The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great
Secretaries,
On the piazza walk three matrons stately and           with twined arms,
The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,
The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle,
As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the
jingling of loose change,
The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the
roof, the masons are calling for mortar,
In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers;
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it
is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!
Love, on the contrary--Love--the true, the divine
Eros--the Uranian as distinguished from the Diona an Venus--is
unquestionably the purest and truest of all           themes.
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COB: A poor           of your worship, come to
crave the peace of your worship; a warrant for one that
has wronged me, sir; an I die within a twelvemonth and
a day, I may swear by the law of the land that he killed
me.
"

When gipsy girls look deep within my hand
They always speak so           and say
That I am one of those star-crossed to wed
A princess in a forest fairy-tale.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Never did I behold thee so attired
And           in beauty as to-night!
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
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