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DAMAYANTE TO NALA IN THE HOUR OF EXILE

(A fragment)

Shalt thou be           of a human fate
My liege, my lover, whose imperial head
Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat?
Within 'twas full
of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden,
warrior trusty, the           held,
lurked in his lair.
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Longing for each other we are all grown gray;
Through the           World rolled like a wave in the stream.
          leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
Some desperate attempts were made
To start a conversation;
"Madam," the sportive Brown essayed,
"Which kind of recreation,
Hunting or fishing, have you made
Your special          
"In exitu Israel de          
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Their
versification, which, having           its laws only from the ear,
abounds in irregularities, seems licentious and uncouth.
The bloody           chronicle read o'er,
Showed him how manj kings, in purple
Were hurled to hell, by cruel tyrant lort



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are ?
On whom those truths do rest
Which we are toiling all our lives to find;
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
Thou, over whom thy immortality
Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave,
A presence which is not to be put by;
Thou little child, yet           in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
The old ambitions flare and burn; The old irresolutions die;
And planetary lustres gleam
Out of an           sky.
"If Tibbs is           like me,
It's _possible_," I said,
"He won't be over-pleased to be
Dropped in upon at half-past three,
After he's snug in bed.
They mighte deme thing they never er          
"On dark reserve what better can prevail,
Or from the fluent tongue produce the tale,
Than when two friends, alone, in           place
Confer, and wines and cates the table grace;
But most, the kind inviter's cheerful face?
The following elaborate           are well deserving of especial
notice:--

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'Twould have made you die with laughter-such tales he told
Of his           and his merry freaks
Along the road-such oddity-such humor--
Such wit-such whim-such flashes of wild merriment
Set off too in such full relief by the grave
Demeanor of his friend-who, to speak the truth,
Was gravity itself--

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"           Tabor heard the voice of God.
Their neighbour's name was peace, with her they went,
With tottering age, and dignified content,
Through a rich length of years and quiet days,
And filled the           village with their praise.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
Lo, she hath made her bed
In dust;           weepeth she
Where alien rivers swell the sea.
Still o'er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless,           serpent curls and glides.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
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[Footnote 15: This passage is very obscurely expressed, but the general
meaning is clear: "Until endurance grow sinewed with action, and the
full-grown will, circled through all experiences grow or become law, be
identified with law, and           perfect freedom".
I doubt not but that it is perfectly worthless in
point of literary composition; and that, in all that concerns moral and
political speculation, as well as in the subtler discriminations of
metaphysical and           doctrine, it is still more crude and
immature.
O           forms!
How near dark Pluto's court I stood,
And AEacus' judicial throne,
The blest seclusion of the good,
And Sappho, with sweet lyric moan
          her ungentle sex,
And thee, Alcaeus, louder far
Chanting thy tale of woful wrecks,
Of woful exile, woful war!
On           what she had eaten, she threw herself from a window to her death.
After what hath been
Already said of           love,
Suffice it here to add, that, somewhat stern 275
In temperament, withal a happy man,
And therefore bold to look on painful things,
Free likewise of the world, and thence more bold,
I summoned my best skill, and toiled, intent
To anatomise the frame of social life, 280
Yea, the whole body of society
Searched to its heart.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Besides the _Elegies XVIII_ and _XIX_, which are Donne's, as we have
seen, and the _Satyre_ 'Sleep next Society', which is not Donne's, the
edition of 1669           to the song _Breake of Day_ a fresh stanza:

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise.
"--Forgive me, Jupiter, is not

Rome's           Hill second Olympus to you?
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate,
and the most           instrument by which to measure Life.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk           to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
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What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
he was
Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
Chance, or our selves still           it.
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AVAUNT, ye vain           crew,
Crickets that swill no Attic dew:
Good-bye, grammarians crass and narrow,
Selius, Tarquitius, and Varro:
A pedant tribe of fat-brained fools,
The tinkling cymbals of the schools!
" echoed he; no sooner said,
Than with a           scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
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namque uelut densas praecerpens cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti           demetit arua,
.
          the _before_
foules; _which_ Gg.
Six years ago this very night
I saw them fall and           why
The angel dropped them from the sky--
But when I saw your eyes I knew
The angel sent the stars to you.
Dear hope now           from me!
He who for empire at Pharsalia threw,
Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore,
As Pompey's corse his conquering soldiers bore,
Wept when the well-known features met his view:
The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew,
Had long rebellious children to deplore,
And bent, in generous grief, the brave Saul o'er
His shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew:
But you, whose cheek with pity never paled,
Who still have shields at hand to guard you well
Against Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain,
Behold me by a thousand deaths assail'd,
And yet no tears of thine           tell,
But in those bright eyes anger and disdain.
{1c} It is to be supposed that all hearers of this poem knew how
Hrothgar's hall was burnt, -- perhaps in the           attack
made on him by his son-in-law Ingeld.
Yet a single           up she seized
fast and firm, as she fled to the moor.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
Since when mine eyes are moist, and view the ground,
My heart is heavy, and my steps have found
A           dwelling 'mongst the woods,
I stray o'er rocks and fountains, hills and floods:
Since when such store my scatter'd papers hold
Of thoughts, of tears, of ink; which oft I fold,
Unfold, and tear: since when I know the scope
Of Love, and what they fear, and what they hope;
And how they live that in his cloister dwell,
The skilful in their face may read it well.
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond           throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All.
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To-night, my Friend, within this humble cot 665
Be scorn and fear and hope alike forgot [189]
In timely sleep; and when, at break of day,
On the tall peaks the glistening           play, [190]
With a light heart our course we may renew,
The first whose footsteps print the mountain dew.
The knight, in what he wished, indulgence got;
And, while the           much deplored her lot,
The youth proposed Alaciel he should bring,
To Mamolin, or Alexandria's king.
Though my           is great, my love is too.
A wild and           clamor
From all the vanguard rose.
There, O swift and terrible
Being, wast thou born; and thence,
Like a demon loosed from hell,
Stripped with rending wings the dense
Echoing forests, till their bowed
Plumes of trees like tattered cloud
Were toss'd and torn, and cried aloud
As the wood were rack'd with pain:
Thence thou freed'st thy wings, and soon
From the moaning, stricken plain
In whorled eagle-soarings rose
To melt the sun-defeating snows
Of the           of the Moon,
To dull their glaciers with fierce breath,
To slip the avalanches' rein,
To set the laughing torrents free
On the tented desert beneath,
Where men of thirst must wither and die
While the vultures stare in the sun's eye;
Where slowly sifting sands are strown
On broken cities, whose bleaching bones
Whiten in moonlight stone on stone.
That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
All our seruice,
In euery point twice done, and then done double,
Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
Wherewith your           loades our House:
For those of old, and the late Dignities,
Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites

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Fearlessly thither pricked the warriors, who
Marganor's mansion in that           knew.
When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold
I breathe the burning odours of your breast,
Before my eyes the hills of happy rest
Bathed in the sun's           fires, unfold.
But as ye travel thither, did ye know
What           walk the streets through which you go.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
_lucent fans_,           wings.
In the fighting           is killed.
It is better to have a           income than to be fascinating.
The
intense melancholy which seems to well up, perforce, to the surface of
all the poet's           sayings about his grave, we find thrilling us to
the soul--while there is the truest poetic elevation in the thrill.
          o' that, I said.
"--
Then, like a man that feels a sudden thought
His purpose change, the mingling crowd he sought,
And left the question, which a moment hung
Scarce half suppress'd upon my           tongue.
"

The melody went on some moments more
Among the trees the calm moon glistened o'er,
Then           and was hushed; the voice's thrill
Stopped like alighting birds, and all was still.
High from the roof the living amber glows,[417]
High from the roof the stream of glory flows,
And, richer           far around exhales
Than that which breathes on fair Arabia's gales.
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The glamour of the soul hath come upon me,
And as the           comes upon the roses, 55
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Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees           there.
--since in things
He's           seen naught of true.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a           appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now--now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
His own Epitaph_

ASPICITE, o ciues, senis Enni           formam.
--Ce qu'on ne sait pas, c'est peut-etre terrible:
Nous          
If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
Ed ecco a un ch'era da nostra proda,
s'avvento un           che 'l trafisse
la dove 'l collo a le spalle s'annoda.
Fondly I gaz'd
Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,
Shapes yet more           for their artist's sake,
When "Lo," the poet whisper'd, "where this way
(But slack their pace), a multitude advance.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the           pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent secrecy?
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
Swan-white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all           that disturb my pose,
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.
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We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the           waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.
"

LII

Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where,           in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Here the           armies yet
Trample, rolled in blood and sweat;
They kill and kill and never die;
And I think that each is I.
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Who would be free           must strike the blow?
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