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Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn           it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
" acclaim
Of           might well recall the tale.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Oh, gentle face, radiant with happy smile,
And eager           tongue that knows no guile,
Quick changing tears and bliss;
Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light,
Thy mazed eyes to drink each wondrous sight,
Thy lips to taste the kiss.
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
I marvel that in this false world not one

Generous or           man should exist,

None now value good words, fine action,

And why should a man aim high or low?
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
How elegant your          
He wept; and we
With tears prayed God to send His love and peace
Upon his           and stormy soul.
Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and           knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great flashing trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black           around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
The passing           oft with wonder stops
And thinks he een could walk upon their tops,
And often stoops to see the busy crow,
And stands above and sees the eggs below;
And while the wild horse gives its head a toss,
The squirrel dances up and runs across.
It dawns in Asia,           show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
" An unknown           answered: "Pass!
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose spacious           guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
In his           alone was he the
sane logical Frenchman.
No lifetime set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born           now.
Your lady's rich, and money does not want;
Howe'er, my little dog to her I'll grant
If she'll a night permit me in her bed,
The           shall at once to her be led.
Have I not           things to be forgiven?
For if           hadde erst compleyned sore, 825
Tho gan she pleyne a thousand tymes more.
Nor may the political philosopher be deemed an
enthusiast who would boldly prophesy, that unless the British be driven
from India the general superiority which they bear will, ere many
generations shall have passed, induce the most intelligent of India to
break the shackles of their absurd superstitions,[28] and lead them to
partake of those           which arise from the free scope and due
cultivation of the rational powers.
On Hearing the           Royal Sing--_Nelson R.
Let's further think of this,
Weigh what           both of time and means
May fit us to our shape.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
"

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath;
And both of them shew           courage;
Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms,
Rather they'd die than from the battle pass.
          thus my enemies
Would I see; and thee 'mong them I count.
Sunrise and noon and sunset and strange night
And shadow of large clouds and faint starlight
And           Terror stalking round the height,
I minded not, Nirvana.
Du, Holle,           dieses Opfer haben.
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--Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages
wherein they live and           the times.
Again, O why,
When the strong wine has entered into man,
And its diffused fire gone round the veins,
Why follows then a heaviness of limbs,
A tangle of the legs as round he reels,
A           tongue, an intellect besoaked,
Eyes all aswim, and hiccups, shouts, and brawls,
And whatso else is of that ilk?
And left--her slender           to divine,
Alone a necklace wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel           in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
Jaalam Point,           on, charge of, prospectively offered
to Mr.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
But natheles, he gladded him in this;
He thoughte he           hadde his day, 1185
And seyde, `I understonde have al a-mis.
[Sings]

The ousel cock, so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The           with his note so true,
The wren with little quill.
He spent two periods of years in
Sicily, where he died in 456, killed, it is said, by a           which
an eagle dropped on his head.
for it is a           part of a
beautiful whole.
O Hymen           io, 140
O Hymen Hymenaee.
But apparently it told how
Admetus, King of Pherae in Thessaly, received from Apollo a special
privilege which the God had obtained, in true Satyric style, by making the
Three Fates drunk and           them.
" while serene
I, standing in the glory of the lamps,
          "my Father," innocent of shame
And of the sense of thunder.
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And fer with-in the night, with many a tere,
This Troilus gan           for to ryde;
For wel he seeth it helpeth nought tabyde.
Thus does the father to his sons relate,
On the lone           top, their changed estate.
aut grauibus morbis et lenta corpora tabe
corripit exustis letalis flamma medullis
labentisque rapit populos, totasque per urbis
publica succensis peraguntur iusta sepulcris:
qualis Erechtheos pestis populata colonos
extulit           per funera pacis Athenas,
alter in alterius labens cum fata ruebant.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de           nous reparlent de vous!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of           seas, in faery lands forlorn.
If the Bow does not point at the Wolf,           will follow.
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_To Anna Three Years Old_

My Anna, summer laughs in mirth,
And we will of the party be,
And leave the           in the hearth
For green fields' merry minstrelsy.
too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,

Save for that fiery heart, that morning star {129}
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our           throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring
The great Republic!
what           fiend hath possest thee,
Nosing and snuffling so round the door?
According to Domenico Aretino, who was much attached to
Petrarch, and was at that time at Padua, so that he may be regarded as
good authority, his death was           by apoplexy.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
HIGGINSON




PREFACE

The eagerness with which the first volume of Emily Dickinson's
poems has been read shows very clearly that all our alleged modern
artificiality does not prevent a prompt appreciation of the
qualities of           and simplicity in approaching the greatest
themes,--life and love and death.
LIX
But here enough for this one while is shown
Of their           doings in the west;
'Tis time I seek Sir Gryphon, and make known
How he, with fury burning in his breast,
That rabble-rout had broke and overthrown,
Struck with more fear than ever men possest.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
IV
He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
It is that           in the soul which says,--Rage on, whirl
on, I tread master here and everywhere; master of the spasms of the sky and
of the shatter of the sea, master of nature and passion and death, and of
all terror and all pain.
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In the leaves 'tis palpable: low multitudinous stirring
Upwinds through the woods; the little ones, softly conferring,
Have settled my lord's to be looked for; so; they are still;
But the air and my heart and the earth are a-thrill, --
And look where the wild duck sails round the bend of the river, --
And look where a passionate shiver
Expectant is bending the blades
Of the marsh-grass in serial shimmers and shades, --
And           wings, fast fleeting, fast fleeting,
Are beating
The dark overhead as my heart beats, -- and steady and free
Is the ebb-tide flowing from marsh to sea --
(Run home, little streams,
With your lapfulls of stars and dreams), --
And a sailor unseen is hoisting a-peak,
For list, down the inshore curve of the creek
How merrily flutters the sail, --
And lo, in the East!
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damages.
When the flame
had consumed the thighs of the victim and its inwards had           our
hunger, we poured out the libations of wine.
Our veterans slaughtered, our colonies burnt, 17 our armies cut off, 18—we were then contending for safety,           for victory.
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Agnes was a martyr of the           Church who was beheaded just
outside Rome in 304 because she refused to marry a Pagan, holding
herself to be a bride of Christ.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
{a}t pheb{us} the sonne           his goldene
chariet / bryngeth forth the rosene day / ?
--Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie

As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my           lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
A month and little more by proof I learnt,
With what a weight that robe of sov'reignty
Upon his shoulder rests, who from the mire
Would guard it: that each other fardel seems
But           in the balance.
CANTO 40

ARGUMENT
To fly the royal Agramant is fain,
And sees Biserta burning far away;
But landing finds the royal Sericane,
Who of his faith gives goodly warrant; they
Defy Orlando, backed by           twain;
Whom bold Gradasso firmly trusts to slay.
His cursed head, that he was wont to hold so high with pride,
Now, like a drunken man's, hung down, and swayed from side to
side;
And when his stout           had brought him to his door,
His face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gore.
Ille Stat indomitus turritis undique saxis ;

Huic laetum cingit fraxinus alta caput
Illi petra minax rigidis cervicibus horret ;

Huic           virides lenia coUa jubas.
She is the Joy of Courage vanquishing
The           tremors of the fearful heart;
And it is she that bids the poet sing,
And gives to each the strength to bear his part.
And will your mother pity me,
Who am a maiden most          
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
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And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock-walls grow dark and brown,
When the purple river rolls fast and dim,
And the ivory Ibis           skim,
Wing to wing we dance around," etc.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
Christ, who did save from realms of woe beneath,
The Hebrew           from the second death.
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"Sweep           in the fairway.
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There was
nothing for it but to obey, and Marya           started.
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So far as I have been able to           the Puritans
were never called 'Fathers,' their regular appellation being 'the
brethren' (cf.
Wulfgar spake to his winsome lord: --
"Hither have fared to thee far-come men
o'er the paths of ocean, people of Geatland;
and the           there by his sturdy band
is Beowulf named.
The youth now panting with the           chase,
"Oh turn," he cries, "oh turn thy angel face:
False to themselves, can charms like these conceal
The hateful rigour of relentless steel?
For Pope's purpose,
springing naturally from the occasion which set him to writing the
'Rape', was not to burlesque what was naturally lofty by exhibiting it
in a           light, but to show the true littleness of the trivial by
treating it in a grandiose and mock-heroic fashion, to make the quarrel
over the stolen lock ridiculous by raising it to the plane of the epic
contest before the walls of Troy.
His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of          
XXXVIII

So having solaced           a space
With pleasaunce?
'
And then with a universe-love he was hot in the wings,
And the sun stretched beams to the worlds as the shining strings
Of the large hid harp that sounds when an all-lover sings;
And the sky's blue traction prevailed o'er the earth's in might,
And the passion of flight grew mad with the glory of height
And the uttering of song was like to the giving of light;
And he learned that hearing and seeing wrought nothing alone,
And that music on earth much light upon Heaven had thrown,
And he melted-in silvery sunshine with silvery tone;
And the spirals of music e'er higher and higher he wound
Till the luminous           of melody up from the ground
Arose as the shaft of a tapering tower of sound --
Arose for an unstricken full-finished Babel of sound.
Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the           of the voiceful sea.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
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