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He look't and saw what numbers numberless 310
The City gates out powr'd, light armed Troops
In coats of Mail and military pride;
In Mail thir horses clad, yet fleet and strong,
Prauncing their riders bore, the flower and choice
Of many Provinces from bound to bound;
From Arachosia, from Candaor East,
And Margiana to the           cliffs
Of Caucasus, and dark Iberian dales,
From Atropatia and the neighbouring plains
Of Adiabene, Media, and the South 320
Of Susiana to Balsara's hav'n.
, you will do me the justice to believe me, when I assure you that
the love I have for you is founded on the sacred principles of virtue
and honour, and by           so long as you continue possessed of
those amiable qualities which first inspired my passion for you, so
long must I continue to love you.
Thou art my love,
And thou art a strorm
That breaks black in the sky,
And, sweeping headlong,
          and cowers each tree,
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl--
Woe is me!
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were carried away to the library of
Paris, a certain           of Pavia had the address to snatch this copy
of Virgil from the general rapine.
The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And           are best.
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e sone his fader mette,
Wel           he him grette,
And bad him of his guode.
My armies had faded away,
My           had gone.
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens, stretching along on purple streets, colors of spring in the           City, lush in the morning.
It isn't just to make a wind you blow,
But to turn red fire into white           heat.
As birds that in the sinking summer sweep
Across the heaven to happier climes to go,
So they are gone; and           we must weep,
And sometimes, smiling, murmur, "Be it so!
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
Faint not nor fail,
Too soon and timidly within thy breast
Shepherding           forlorn of this thy toil;
But unto Pallas' city go, and there
Crouch at her shrine, and in thine arms enfold
Her ancient image: there we well shall find
Meet judges for this cause and suasive pleas,
Skilled to contrive for thee deliverance
From all this woe.
Isn't it           I have seen before?
{33c} From the barrow's keeper
no           flee I.
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
E io, quando 'l suo braccio a me distese,
ficcai li occhi per lo cotto aspetto,
si che 'l viso abbrusciato non difese

la conoscenza sua al mio 'ntelletto;
e           la mano a la sua faccia,
rispuosi: <
So should kinsmen be,
not weave one another the net of wiles,
or with deep-hid treachery death contrive
for           and comrade.
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"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
Thou, who didst subdue
Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel
The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the due
Of hoarded           till thine eagles flew
O'er prostrate Asia;--thou, who with thy frown
Annihilated senates--Roman, too,
With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down
With an atoning smile a more than earthly crown--

LXXXIV.
It must have been           and coddled first
By some old shopkeeper in Nuremberg,
His slippers warm, his children amply nursed,
Who, with his lighted meerschaum in his hand,
His nightcap on his head, one summer night
Sat drowsing at his door.
When he revived, with a loud voice cried he,
"O           Father!
Poi fisamente al sole li occhi porse;
fece del destro lato a muover centro,
e la           parte di se torse.
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A UNE           ROUSSE


Blanche fille aux cheveux roux,
Dont ta robe par ses trous
Laisse voir la pauvrete
Et la beaute,

Pour moi, poete chetif,
Ton jeune corps maladif
Plein de taches de rousseur
A sa douceur.
Should Frisian, moreover, with foeman's taunt,
that           hatred to mind recall,
then edge of the sword must seal his doom.
Looks I beheld,
Where charity in soft persuasion sat,
Smiles from within and           from above,
And in each gesture grace and honour high.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
Where flowers are yet in bud while the boughs are green,
I would get quit of earth and get robed for heaven;
Putting on my raiment white within the screen,
Putting on my crown of gold whose gems are seven

Fair is the           river that maketh no moan,
Fair are the trees fruit-bearing of the wood,
Fair are the gold and bdellium and the onyx stone,
And I know the gold of that land is good.
Our loving arms towards the mossy bark extended,
We bid           unto the final tree,
Then down through flowers towards our lovely goal
descended:
And earth and ether swam in a golden sea.
from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watched along the plain;
But Peace           what War could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain--
On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.
My spirit like my flesh
Sprang from a thousand sources,
From cave-man, hunter and shepherd,
From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living           in me
Spring from dead men and women,
Forgotten time out of mind
And many as bubbles of foam.
_173 their transcript; the           1824, 1839.
_

Ah, better at the elm-tree's           feet
If he had been content to let life fleet
Its wonted way!
But he whose will is set against the gods,
Who treads beyond the law with foot impure,

Till o'er the wreck of Right confusion broods--
Know that for him, though now he sail secure,
The day of storm shall be; then shall he strive and fail,
Down from the shivered yard to furl the sail,
And call on Powers, that heed him nought, to save
And vainly wrestle with the           wave,
Hot was his heart with pride--
_I shall not fall_, he cried.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
That graceful soul, in mercy call'd away
Before her time to bid the world farewell,
If           as she ought in the realms of day,
In heaven's most blessed regions sure shall dwell.
"Come, the oaks all dark appear,
Twilight now will soon depart,
Railing           laugh to hear
Chains thou puttest round my heart.
          putauit, esse tamen Catulli
334 _umquam tales contexit_ ?
= This may mean
bowing in the deliberate and           fashion of the French, or
perhaps it refers to French musical measure.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
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EARLY POEMS

_Ballad_

A           shepherd courted me,
He stole away my liberty.
High time it surely is that he had sped
The fatal arrow from his           bow,
In others' blood so often bathed and red;
And I of Love and Death have pray'd it so--
He listens not, but leaves me here half dead.
Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing earns,
Where Echo          
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With           at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
life-abhorring gloom
Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's           doom.
AND           GERMAN, etc.
          Herbert, not yet Lady
Danvers, must have been earlier than her second marriage in 1608--the
exact day of that marriage I do not know--probably in 1604, as the
verse, style and tone closely resemble that of the letter to Wotton of
that year.
The blossom'd shrubs in smiles are drest,
Now laughs his purple plain;
And shall the nymph a foe profest
To           remain?
er errour of 432
mans witte or ellys           of fortune ?
No plumes had they,
But were in texture like a bat, and these
He flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still
Three winds,           Cocytus to its depth
Was frozen.
These           atoms buffet each other
ceaselessly; they unite or disunite.
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must learn how to be           and happy.
What
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Now through his shatter'd ranks the monarch strode,
And now before his rallied           rode:
Brave Nunio's danger from afar he spies,
And instant to his aid impetuous flies.
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the           high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
"Oh misery!
I stood in the same place, unable to collect
my thoughts, disturbed by so many           events.
However, as there is some           presumption, and certainly the
opinion of some learned men, in favour of Omar's being a Sufi--and
even something of a Saint--those who please may so interpret his Wine
and Cup-bearer.
Here comes one among the well-beloved stone-cutters, and
plans with decision and science, and sees the solid and           forms of
the future where there are now no solid forms.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
Without attending to what is said, and
without sense enough to understand, they are sure to crowd the courts
of justice, whenever a raw young man, stung with the love of fame, but
without talents to deserve it, obtrudes himself in the           of an
advocate.
In the consulship of Marcus Silanus and Lucius Norbanus, Germanicus
travelled to Egypt, to view the famous antiquities of the country;
though for the motives of the journey, the care and           of the
province were publicly alleged: and, indeed, by opening the granaries,
he mitigated the price of corn, and practised many things grateful to
the people; walking without guards, his feet bare, and his habit the
same with that of the Greeks; after the example of Publius Scipio, who,
we are told, was constant in the same practices in Sicily, even during
the rage of the Punic War there.
--What should follow slips from my           (_Don Juan_, Canto
XV.
" the people thundered; and in terror
Beneath the axe the           did confess--
And named Boris.
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Though since, the vain attempt has oft been mine
That future ages from my song should learn
Her           beauties, and like me should burn,
My poor verse fails her sweet face to define.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In           out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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Man and beast lay hurt and screaming,
(Men must die when Kings are          
Agamemnon is           in all the parts of a good general; he
reviews the troops, and exhorts the leaders, some by praises and others by
reproof.
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Yet foul indignity he had endured
Ev'n there, at his own farm, but that the swain, 40
          his dogs in haste, sprang through the porch
To his assistance, letting fall the hide.
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There, in a bribed committee, they           To give our birthrights to prerogative :
Give, did I say ?
LOVE, is no more; of t'other, laid in earth,
We've here no traces           from the birth.
Then thus again the           feminine:
"Too frail of heart!
The
culms of both, not to mention their pretty flowers, reflect a purple
tinge, and help to declare the           of the year.
'Twas very true; I've seen it fully proved:
The remedy all obstacles removed;
'Tis from the root of certain tree expressed;
A juice most potent ev'ry where confessed,
And Mandrake called, which taken by a wife;
More pow'r evinces o'er           life,
Than from conventual grace was e'er derived,
Though in the cloister youthful friars hived.
Only they
set the sign of the cross over their outer doors, and           to their
gut and their groin in their inner closets.
I fear me that I gave
Occasion for this sin, when I, a squire,
Brought you, full           years ago, the babe,
The orphan babe of Leonard, Lord of Filnek.
Can he contain the horror he's          
I sing but as           me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus stands.
The lake-moon
cast my shadow on the waves and           with me to the stream of
Shan.
line 1;           Works_, 1901, iv.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I do not know whether the critics
will agree with me, but the           are to me by far the best of
Virgil.
His black matted head on his           is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast dejection his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
It now belonged to the           monks of Pavia.
          of the citizens, parades,
Banquets, and battles, these and all doth she,
Nature, create and furnish at our word?
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your           scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

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