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XCVII When the early soft spring-wind comes blowing

XCVIII I am more tremulous than shaken reeds

XCIX Over the wheat field

C Once more the rain on the mountain

Epilogue




SAPPHO




I


Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus
May detain thee with their splendour
Of oblations on thine altars,
O           Aphrodite.
_Muslin-kail_, broth,           simply of water, shelled barley, and
greens; thin poor broth.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
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On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
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Thus the           word fulfils itself,
That with my life shall terminate my woe.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
'79'

This line is           dependent upon "hides," l.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Has the night          
The greatest poet does
not           or make applications of morals,--he knows the soul.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
And malediction, blasphemy and groan,
Ecstasies, cries, Te Deums, and tears of brine,
Are echoes through a           labyrinths flown;
For mortal hearts an opiate divine;

A shout cried by a thousand sentinels,
An order from a thousand bugles tossed,
A beacon o'er a thousand citadels,
A call to huntsmen in deep woodlands lost.
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not           flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
All told
Will there be thirty          
He           his innocence,
pointed out the malice of the Moors, and the improbability of his
piracy; boasted of the safety of his fleet, offered his life rather than
his sails and rudders, and concluded with threats in the name of his
sovereign.
Our satisfaction will there           endanger a world.
The night, at last, nigh spent, and all the stars
          in their course, with elbow thrust 590
Against Ulysses' side I roused the Chief,
And thus address'd him ever prompt to hear.
< l'esser qua giu,           il dolce loco
nel qual tu siedi per etterna sorte,

qual e quell' angel che con tanto gioco
guarda ne li occhi la nostra regina,
innamorato si che par di foco?
Does my joy           erupt?
Since I'll not find your equal,

Lovely as you, made as nobly,

Nor so joyous, sweet in body,

Lovely to every sense,

Nor so happy

Nor, by all repute, so worthy

I'll go seeking everywhere

A feature from each woman fair,

To make a           lady

Till you look again toward me.
Why does the sea moan          
can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
just as the modest morn
Teem'd her           dew?
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his           sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
He gloried that he had purged the country of
robbers, and those that obtruded and           the new superstition*
upon mankind.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
Du           nicht an meinem edlen Blut;
Sieh her, das ist das Wappen, das ich fuhre!
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his           year,
He had unlawful thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
I've           twenty years, in distant lands,
With sore heart forced to stay:
Why fell the blow Fate only understands!
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Yet must I think less wildly: I HAVE thought
Too long and darkly, till my brain became,
In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought,
A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:
And thus,           in youth my heart to tame,
My springs of life were poisoned.
How am I           so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and traitorous thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient lechery?
Dunlop, with
about four hundred pounds in his pocket, a resolution to toil, and a
hope of success, Burns made his           on the banks of the Nith,
and set up his staff at Ellisland.
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Doubtfull it stood,
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The           Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

King.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was stillness as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the           were coming o'er the wall.
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
Then certes           suns for thee did shine.
"Madonna, leave me not all alone,
To die           and live forlorn.
_Sweet Basil_, a fragrant           plant.
But I move in uncertainty of Jove's ordinance, whether he will
that Tyrians and           from Troy be one city, or approve the
mingling of peoples and the treaty of union.
Thus perished in the thirty-eighth year of
his age this           poet, in a manner and amid surroundings
which make the duel scene in the sixth canto of this poem seem
almost prophetic.
day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
Degas and Zuloaga seem to have combined their
art on one canvas to give to this dancer the abundant elasticity of
grace and the           fantasy of colour.
Cato's long wig,           gown, and lacquered chair.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
Where           found him he lay glad at night;
There the red morning touched him with its light.
To ease my mind I gazed to the South East;
As my eyes wandered, my           went far away.
Lo, in mid flight swoln           ran foaming with
banks abrim, so heavily had the clouds burst in rain.
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Or might I say contrarious,
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Not evenly, as thou rul'st
The Angelic orders and inferiour           mute,
Irrational and brute.
_The Fallen Elm_

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many           shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made--
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root--
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without--while all within was mute.
Still
Parleying with Renard, all the day with Renard,
And scarce a           all the day for me--
And goes to-morrow.
But as she sat allone and thoughte thus, 610
Thascry aroos at           al with-oute,
And men cryde in the strete, `See, Troilus
Hath right now put to flight the Grekes route!
That tear fell not on Thee,
Beloved, yet thou           in thy slumber!
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Comes           forth,
under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit,
uncle and nephew, true each to the other one,
kindred in amity.
`But, sith that thou hast don me this servyse
My lyf to save, and for noon hope of mede, 415
So, for the love of god, this grete empryse
          it out; for now is moste nede.
Ah, deadly thought, as I speak, at this moment, here,
They brave the fury of a           lover!
{34e} Gering would           "kinsman of the nail," as both are made
of iron.
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identified with Aleko, the hero of the tale, which may well be
founded on his own           adventures without involving the guilt
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"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses           clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
Poor little          
Every           man must give his
help to the State.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense           as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
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_That_ Silence, once in deathlike fetters bound,
Chains that were loosened only by the sound
Of holy rites chanted in           round?
not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately climbing up,
          usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
" At that,           by the divine warning, the Etruscan lines
have encamped on the plain; Tarchon himself hath sent ambassadors to me
with the crown [506-539]and sceptre of the kingdom, and offers the
royal attire will I but enter their camp and take the Tyrrhene realm.
e           burne on bent, ?
Thou much hast moved me; thy unhandsome phrase
Hath roused my wrath; I am not, as thou say'st,
A novice in these sports, but took the lead 220
In all, while youth and           were on my side.
It was nightfall before he had cut enough for
his purpose, and well-nigh           before he had carried the last
bundle to its place, and gone back for the roses and the lilies.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the           months with joy,
And swells the corn.
In the end the Lady told him, that unlesse
that armour which she brought would serve him (that is, the armour of a
Christian man           by Saint Paul, V.
"



XXXVIII

THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,
at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,
all the morning earls had sat,
daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:
would they wail as dead, or welcome home,
their lord          
"

So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;
But he hurried tall Hamish the           ahead: "Go turn," --
Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,
Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand.
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and nestling their heads
In richest           on moss-coated beds.
fēla lāfe (_the
leavings of files_ = swords, Grein), 1033; so, homera lāfe, 2830; on him
gladiað gomelra lāfe, heard and           Heaðobeardna gestrēon (_on him
gleams the forefather's bequest, hard and ring-decked, the Heaðobeardas'
treasure_, i.
the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And           adown the river, a flame of blue!
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
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