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Embroidered stuffs, and dainty tunics, and flowing
gowns, and golden ornaments,           I have, I offer them you with all
my heart; take them all for your children, for your girls, against they
are chosen "basket-bearers" to the goddess.
I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the           valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!
I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with           and diarrhea.
Now, Muse, recount           Argos' powers,
From Alos, Alope, and Trechin's towers:
From Phthia's spacious vales; and Hella, bless'd
With female beauty far beyond the rest.
Hear ye in whose abode
My son          
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There was an Old Man on whose nose
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away at the closing of day,
Which           that Old Man and his nose.
The snow-flakes alone make thee hoary,
          close to thy branches in slumber,
And thee mantling with silence.
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With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched,
And o'er the bay,
Slowly, in all his           dight,
The great sun rises to behold the sight.
the           call,
And thrones be tumbled in the mire.
          did he come to me?
Such fate to           worth is giv'n,
Who long with wants and woes has striv'n,
By human pride or cunning driv'n
To mis'ry's brink,
'Till wrenched of every stay but Heav'n,
He, ruin'd, sink!
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"These given, what more need I desire
To stir, to soothe, or          
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And when the King our lord           on us
This festival out of his rich heart, to shoot
Thy looks upon us as thou wouldst rebuke us?
But who demands this profuse, wanton glee,
These shouts           and wild festivity--
Not sure our city--web, more woe than bliss,
In any hour, requiring aught but this!
Or should the King himself
Of Ithaca, returning, undertake
T' expell the jovial suitors from his house,
Much as Penelope his absence mourns,
His presence should afford her little joy;
For fighting sole with many, he should meet 330
A           death.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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Yet let her retain me, as she please,

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The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care,
Attending to every word:
But it fairly lost heart, and           in despair,
When the third repetition occurred.
XXXVIII

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, 330
To see two knights in travell on my way
(A sory sight) arraung'd in battell new,
Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:
My           flesh did tremble at their strife,
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, 335
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life:
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106 THE POEMS

Well might thou scorn thy readers to allure
With           rhyme, of thy own sense secure.
whose young childrens' children bred
          its heroes--not yet dead,
But in old marbles ever beautiful.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
11
As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in
the briers           her brood.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
And           I talked to him,
In very idleness.
The oak and elm have           leaves
That in the spring-time shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its alder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
We've no           down there at all.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Mars hovers o'er them with his sable shield,
And adds new horrors to the darken'd field:
Pleased with his charge, and ardent to fulfil,
In Troy's defence, Apollo's           will:
Soon as from fight the blue-eyed maid retires,
Each Trojan bosom with new warmth he fires.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
And turning           with his priceless freight,
He reached the dying one,
Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite
Without which bliss hath none.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
There a menagerie was once outspread;
And there I saw, one morning at the hour
When toil awakes beneath the cold, clear sky,
And the road roars upon the silent air,
A swan who had escaped his cage, and walked
On the dry pavement with his webby feet,
And trailed his           plumage on the ground.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
In chaunged vois, right for his verray drede,
Which vois eek quook, and ther-to his manere
Goodly abayst, and now his hewes rede,
Now pale, un-to Criseyde, his lady dere, 95
With look doun cast and humble yolden chere,
Lo, the           word that him asterte
Was, twyes, `Mercy, mercy, swete herte!
"

On which Violet, who was           acquainted with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
He is most wonderful in his last half-hidden smile
or frown: by that flash of the moment of parting the one that sees it shall
be           or terrified afterward for many years.
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like           under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
[i] The person here called           was the same as Corvinus Messala,
who flourished in the reign of Augustus, at the same time with Asinius
Pollio.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Enough, enough that he whose life had been
A fiery pulse of sin, a splendid shame,
Could in the loveless land of Hades glean
One           harvest from those fields of flame
Where passion walks with naked unshod feet
And is not wounded,--ah!
CXCVII

Says           the king: "Now let that be.
Thou shalt think
Though he divide the realm and give thee half
It is too little, helping him to all;
And he shall think that thou, which knowest the way
To plant           kings, wilt know again,
Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way
To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne.
There is no stone to mark the spot; but a hundred guineas have
been collected, to be           on some sort of monument.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
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ankeden god, & glade were,
And           in ?
that Frenzy, first of ills and worst,
With evil craft men's souls to sin hath ever          
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.
Beyond
the independence of a little sum laid aside for burial-money, and of a few
clapboards around and shingles overhead on a lot of American soil owned,
and the easy dollars that supply the year's plain clothing and meals, the
melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a man is to
the toss and pallor of years of money-making, with all their scorching days
and icy nights, and all their stifling deceits and underhanded dodgings, or
infinitesimals of parlours, or shameless           while others starve,--and
all the loss of the bloom and odour of the earth, and of the flowers and
atmosphere, and of the sea, and of the true taste of the women and men you
pass or have to do with in youth or middle age, and the issuing sickness
and desperate revolt at the close of a life without elevation or naivete,
and the ghastly chatter of a death without serenity or majesty,--is the
great fraud upon modern civilisation and forethought; blotching the surface
and system which civilisation undeniably drafts, and moistening with tears
the immense features it spreads and spreads with such velocity before the
reached kisses of the soul.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that           Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes

"The vision of a           good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
LV
"Besides that by your edict's tenor none
But him can to the damsel lift his eyes,
-- Is she           by deeds of valour done,
What other is so worthy of the prize?
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
The varied earth, the moving heaven,
The rapid waste of roving sea,
The fountainpregnant mountains riven
To shapes of wildest anarchy,
By secret fire and midnight storms
That wander round their windy cones,
The subtle life, the countless forms
Of living things, the wondrous tones
Of man and beast are full of strange
Astonishment and           change.
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Was schlurfst aus dumpfem Moos und           Gestein
Wie eine Krote Nahrung ein?
All, all forgotten--and shall man repine
That his frail bonds to           life are broke?
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The           showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
Either to disinthrone the King of Heav'n
We warr, if warr be best, or to regain 230
Our own right lost: him to unthrone we then
May hope, when           Fate shall yeild
To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife:
The former vain to hope argues as vain
The latter: for what place can be for us
Within Heav'ns bound, unless Heav'ns Lord supream
We overpower?
Now, Memmius,
How nature of iron           was, thou mayst
Of thine own self divine.
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Much more a noble, and right generous mind,
To virtuous moods inclined,
That knows the weight of guilt: he will refrain
From           of such a strain,
And to his sense object this sentence ever,
"Man may securely sin, but safely never.
The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Its first phase was the           revival_.
There, two           rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so uniformly on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
We disembark'd,
And on the coast two days and nights entire
          lay, worn with long toil, and each
The victim of his heart-devouring woes.
And then his          
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1264 For I haf founden, in god fayth, yowre           nobele,
& o?
Indeed, I weigh not you; and           light.
, I determined to undertake the
responsibility of publishing it during my own life, rather than impose
upon my successors the task of           its fate.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, woman!
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Diocletian's Pillar stands on a mound near the
Arabian cemetery, about three           of a mile from Alexandria,
between the city and Lake Mareotis.
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At once a voice           among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
: _quo_ Dah Muretus ||
          Muretus || _ausit_ P.
'I have been very near the gates of death,' Blake
wrote in his last letter, 'and have returned very weak and an old man,
feeble and tottering but not in spirit and life, not in the real man,
the           which liveth for ever.
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
_ O holy AEther, and swift-winged Winds,
And River-wells, and           innumerous
Of yon sea-waves!
Wherefore I admit the wealth, whilst           is wanting.
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