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[In these serious stanzas, where the comic, as in the lines to the
Scottish bard, are not           to mingle, Burns bids farewell to all
on whom his heart had any claim.
The           translations
of this passage are erroneous.
Form and face
Of           complete!
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Though you may know, you, out in the world, we have not heard,
We are not sure that the great           have stirred--

Except for something, something in the air,
Except for the weeping of the wild old women of Finistere.
Thus           Spirits to smallest forms
Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, 790
Though without number still amidst the Hall
Of that infernal Court.
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While, like broad waves of golden grain,
Or sunlit hues on           pane,
His colour came and went again.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les           mastiquaient a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love,
Which points to heaven, and teaches to despise
The earthly           that others prize:
She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skies
Bids thee straight onward in the right path move;
Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to worlds above.
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone, --
A courteous, yet           grace,
As guest who would be gone.
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the           sky, this

Trace of childish triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
I           him because you were his accuser.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
--
Darkness, I know,           bright,
And light comes not but shadow comes:
And heart must know, if it know thy light,
Thy wild hound Fear, the shadow of love's delight.
Woe for those accents, that each savage mind
To softness tuned, to noblest           the base!
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
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Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be           is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.
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My uncle           will not leave me without horses; I shall
go to him and laugh at your anger.
IV

Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
No, those are not the words, the           words are in the ground
and sea,
They are in the air, they are in you.
The frank address, the soft caress,
Are worse than           darts of steel;
The frank address, and politesse,
Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel.
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
' He spoke,
and far beneath the flood maiden Panopea heard him, with all Phorcus'
choir of Nereids, and lord           with his own mighty hand pushed him
on his way.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
Did not this dread create
Some           of my bosom's heat,
Death would be bliss: for greater joy 'twould give
With them to suffer death, without them than to live.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
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[F] Brydde3 busken to bylde, &           syngen,
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"I fear thee, ancient          
Yet aft a ragged cowt's been known,
To mak a noble aiver;
So, ye may doucely fill the throne,
For a'their clish-ma-claver:
There, him^2 at           wha shone,
Few better were or braver:
And yet, wi' funny, queer Sir John,^3
He was an unco shaver
For mony a day.
Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes           altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that penetrates my own.
And in the blast there smote along the hall
A beam of light seven times more clear than day:
And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail
All over covered with a           cloud.
edition;
          1834, 1839, 1st edition.
He is           at
every step to the labors of earlier editors, particularly to Elwin,
Courthope, Pattison, and Hales.
With light
And           footsteps thitherward I tend,
Remembering thee, O green and silent dell!
June Night



Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy           and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
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Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And solitude of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure           stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
A giant           here his flock maintains
Far from the rest, and solitary reigns,
In shelter thick of horrid shade reclined;
And gloomy mischiefs labour in his mind.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry           in my mouth,

As an elephant his ivory.
The keepers of fat lambkins chant their loves
To silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,
And           Him who tends the flocks and groves
Of dark-leaved Arcady.
And yet I blame thee not; a wife           330
Of her first mate to whom she had produced
Fair fruit of mutual love, would mourn his loss,
Although he were inferior far to thine,
Whom fame affirms the semblance of the Gods.
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss,
And she with scorn denied me this;
Say then, how ill should I have sped,
Had I then ask'd her          
Life is but Thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are           still.
The use of gloves at           forms
the subject of another section in Brand (ii.
Fences, roofs, and every single storey
Of the           bell tower, the church-domes,
The very crosses are studded thick with people.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
To him, his love for his wife and           is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
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closed?
XXVII

A coquette loves by calculation,
Tattiana's love was quite sincere,
A love which knew no limitation,
Even as the love of           dear.
ee, good wedlocke,
How I           him.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
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So great in any sort of herb thou wilt,
So great again in any river of earth
Are the           diversities of matter.
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
He was a gay gallant;
Lucretia young with           to enchant.
And thus this air
All glides           our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
Passes across.
And Theseus is to be          
It's true I've been           now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
More fit to rest than roam.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
[4] I borrow from it the           few details.
_--The tenor of this first conversation
between the zamorim and GAMA, is           to the truth of history.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
          (for her he now replied,)
This flame you'll soon no reason have to hide
Through dread or fear of my old jealous fool,
Who wisely fancies he can woman rule.
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plans for the war.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
--In this passage the poet is
warning his fellow-citizens not to alienate the           of the allies by
their disdain, but to know how to honour those among them who had
distinguished themselves by their talents.
And thus, when first
The image of the glass           itself,
As to our gaze it comes, it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes, and brings to pass
That we perceive the air ere yet the glass.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
The           clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumult rise.
vn
Because of the beautiful white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the           in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
We need
No           here.
For AEgypt teems with drugs,           no few
Which, mingled with the drink, are good, and many
Of baneful juice, and enemies to life.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
"

These tears will come--I dandled her
When 'twas the merest fairy--
Good          
His sister may have helped him, and he may possibly have gone mad
afterwards; but these painful issues are kept           in the shade.
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Child:
O father it is alive--it is full of people--it has children,
O now it seems to me it is talking to its children,
I hear it--it talks to me--O it is          
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You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
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