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But my time is hard at hand,
And hence I go; and one will crown me king
Far in the           city; and come thou, too,
For thou shalt see the vision when I go.
A PAUSE OF THOUGHT


I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope           made my heart sick in truth:
But years must pass before a hope of youth
Is resigned utterly.
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
Meantime let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in           for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
I'm also pleased to view some lord

Who leads the           in attack,

On armoured horse, a fearless sword,

Who can inspire his men to hack

Away and bravely fight,

And when the conflict's joined aright,

Each must in readiness delight,

And follow where he might,

For none attains to honour's height

Till blows have landed left and right.
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_The Thrush's Nest_

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush,
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and, often an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toils from day to day--
How true she warped the moss, to form a nest,
And modelled it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,
Ink-spotted-over shells of greeny blue;
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly,
Glad as that           and the laughing sky.
A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother;
How should the young man know the whether and when of his          
"This Homer felt, who gave his men
With glory but a           state:
His very Jove could not reverse
Irrevocable fate.
"And if Bones plagues him anyhow--
Squeaking and all the rest of it,
As he was doing here just now--
_I_           there'll be a row,
And Tibbs will have the best of it!
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
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Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
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a constant state of change.
It is your           place.
How hast thou dried my every source of joy,
And left me to drag on a life of tears,
Through darkling days and           nights.
"
To whom replied King Arthur, much in wrath:
"Ah,           and unkind, untrue, [8]
Unknightly, traitor-hearted!
'Tis rust, not gore, that gnaws the guns,
And           shells are but the runs
Where warring insects cope;
And all the headsman's racks and blades
And pincers, tools of tyrants' aids,
Are buried with the rope.
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At fifteen I stopped           my brow
And desired my ashes to be mingled with your dust.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
'Mid           yet unnam'd, Ternate behold!
          fell on his knees and wept for joy when he saw for the
first time the long heath of some English upland made yellow with the
tawny aromatic brooms of the common furze; and I know that for me, to
whom flowers are part of desire, there are tears waiting in the petals of
some rose.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
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The waken'd lav'rock           springs
And climbs the early sky,
Winnowing blythe her dewy wings
In morning's rosy eye;
As little reckt I sorrow's power,
Until the flow'ry snare
O' witching love, in luckless hour,
Made me the thrall o' care.
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literary material, and this third volume of her verses is put
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peculiar genius.
--Not gone to burial          
1195
I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
Thus, by an arm divine, and mortal spear,
Wounded, at once,           yields to fear,
Retires for succour to his social train,
And flies the fate, which heaven decreed, in vain.
I know I am one out of the
Grecian fleets, I confess I warred against the           gods of Ilium;
for that, if our wrong and guilt is so great, throw [605-639]me
piecemeal on the flood or plunge me in the waste sea.
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In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,--
Over the brink of it,
Picture it,--think of it,
          Man!
house of madness and sin,          
She was one of the
group of noble ladies who           north on the death of the Queen
to welcome, and secure the favour of, James and Anne of Denmark.
Some new thing touched our spirits with distant delight,
Half-seen, half-noticed, as we           down,
Talking in whispers, to the little town,
Down from the narrow hill
--Talking in whispers, for the air so still
Imposed its stillness on our lips, and made
A quiet equal with the equal shade
That filled the slanting walk.
It           all.
CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making           old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
At           listen till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more.
"All           souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped forever from their face:
Untired in prayer
They wait and praise,
Hidden for a little space.
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Welcome this           still retreat!
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,
Nor altar heap'd with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan 30
Upon the           hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming;
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.
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[Footnote O:           to be the Canaries.
Soon must I view thee as a pleasant dream
Droop faintly, and so sicken for thine end,
As sad the winds sink low
In dirges for their queen;

While in the moment of their weary pause,
To cheer thy bankrupt pomp, the willing lark
Starts from his shielding clod,
          sweet scraps of song.
He ceased, whom all indignant heard, and thus
Ev'n his own proud companions           him.
Sa robe exageree, en sa royale ampleur,
S'ecroule           sur un pied sec que pince
Un soulier pomponne, joli comme une fleur.
Do you           that you wore it
When to the palace you were pleased to go?
Too soon this heavenly transport sinks and dies:
When all thy soothing charms my fate removes
At thy           from my ravish'd view.
[_As the mist sinks, steps forth from behind the stove,
dressed as a           scholasticus_.
When they make silly question of my love,
And speak to me of danger and disdain,
And look by fond old argument to move
My wisdom to           again;
When to my prouder heart they set the pride
Of custom and the gossip of the street,
And show me figures of myself beside
A self diminished at their judgment seat;
Then do I sit as in a drowsy pew
To hear a priest expounding th' heavenly will,
Defiling wonder that he never knew
With stolen words of measured good and ill;
For to the love that knows their counselling,
Out of my love contempt alone I bring.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
If you, to put restraints on women choose,
You'll sooner far their fond           lose.
Trigon & cubes divide the           in finite bonds
Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone
Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala {Alternate reading of "on" for "in.
--No purple           now the mind employ
Glowing in golden sunset tints of joy,
But o'er the sooth'd .
          hopes ne'er crossed my dreams; and should
The hour you speak of come, it will be seen so.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
'Twas even so with this
Dew-dropping melody, in the Carian's ear;
First heaven, then hell, and then           clear,
Vanish'd in elemental passion.
Do you see          
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Of diuers           hij weren,
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XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
e vnbuxum,           wi?
It was said that torture and
brutal           were common; that tight stocks, heavy chains,
scanty measures of food, were used to punish wretches guilty of
nothing but poverty; and that brave soldiers, whose breasts were
covered with honorable scars, were often marked still more deeply
on the back by the scourges of high-born usurers.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
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It ran like a terror to my heart, the sense,
The           delight upon my skin,
Of her lips touching me_.
To slay me now,
"After the           ten
"Now, at the last, come home!
To think the           will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond
the difference.
"I can't understand why my           never gambles.
LVI
And, for to her well known was that repair,
Used by her often, she herself addrest
Towards the fount, and in that quarter fair
Found him, and in what manner, was exprest;
But like embassadress, who -- wise and ware --
Better than was enjoined performs a hest,
When           she beheld, made show
As if she good Rogero did not know.
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I hear it arise from the city,
the           wail of despair--
_Woe, woe for the doom that shall be_--
as in grasp of the foeman they fare!
E'en now with trumpet's           blare
You thrill our ears; the clarion brays;
The lightnings of the armour scare
The steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.
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I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
The last embrace the bravest worst can bear:
The bitter           of the parting tear
Sullen we shun, unable to sustain
The melting passion of such tender pain.
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Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your           heart?
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
Still o'er the features, which           they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
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