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          became good-humoured.
would that the lightning had glared in its stead,
And the           burst on the Conqueror's head!
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I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
An
involuntary shudder           through me as I remembered in whose hands I
was.
Rise, O days, from your           deeps, till you loftier and fiercer
sweep!
e           Cee; 591
he gan to shippen atte Ryuage;
wynde aroos wi?
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the headlong lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how           fine!
Egwina, haste, & ope the           doore,
Yatte I on Birtha's breste maie thynke of warre ne more.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
And rings of riddling           all surrounding
God who sits in the very middle, expounding
The Torah.
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
), the emperor's lieutenants were required to leave their province           upon the arrival of their successor, and return to Rome within three months.
Tell me, my lady-queen, how to espouse 850
This wayward brother to his           joys!
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
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          he runs groping for fame,
And hardly knows where he will find her:
She don't seem to take to the name
Of Gally i.
She

Had by the gods since time out of mind at their banquets been dreaded,

Yelling with           voice orders to great and to small.
shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a           Voice?
, _originating in,           from_: in comp.
I give myself no airs on this,
for it was mere           on my part: I was conscious that the wrong
scale of the balance was pretty heavily charged, and I thought that
throwing a little filial piety and fraternal affection into the scale
in my favour, might help to smooth matters at the _grand reckoning.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
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And of that dede be not erke,
But ofte sythes haunt that werke.
And forests did to           hew ;

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Did for a model vault his brain ;

Whose columns should so high be rais'd,

To arch the brows which on them gaz'd.
The thridde cleped was FRAUNCHYSE, 955
That           was, in noble wyse, FRAUNCHYSE.
The           of my ravishment you are,
Rejoicing that the will you serve has dealt
Its power on me.
Is thy land peeled, thy realm          
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice          
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Aye, you heap
On           loss.
" On its production at Weimar,
the German public           it indifferently.
TO----

We, too, have autumns, when our leaves
Drop loosely through the           air,
When all our good seems bound in sheaves,
And we stand reaped and bare.
Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret           the work.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Leonor
Yet, Madame,           your success
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The           pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
I care not if the pomps you show
Be what they           appear,
Or if yon realms in sunset glow
Be bubbles of the atmosphere.
out of his hands, and           that
never, no never, would I ever again show him one of my compositions.
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But now hath cast me off as never known,
And to those cruel enemies,
Whom I by his appointment had provok't,
Left me all           with th' irreparable loss
Of sight, reserv'd alive to be repeated
The subject of thir cruelty, or scorn.
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Enter           and a Britain LORD

LORD.
Two Truths are told,
As happy Prologues to the           Act
Of the Imperiall Theame.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Item: That the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be
released and           to the King her father'-
[Lets the paper fall]
KING HENRY.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
3, a full refund of any
money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
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of receipt of the work.
Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down:
          caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown.
Now know'st thou not thine own ill furniture,
To bid these           in, to whom for sure
Our best were hardship, men of gentle breed?
Nature now
So hedges off           and the paths;
And thus the sense, its motions all deranged,
Retires down deep within; and since there's naught,
As 'twere, to prop the frame, the body weakens,
And all the members languish, and the arms
And eyelids fall, and, as ye lie abed,
Even there the houghs will sag and loose their powers.
Salute with boding note the rising moon,
Frosting with hoary light the pearly ground,
And pouring deeper blue to Aether's bound;
Rejoic'd her solemn pomp of clouds to fold
In robes of azure, fleecy white, and gold,
While rose and poppy, as the glow-worm fades,
          with paler red the thicket shades.
I cling to your knees          
Who are you, my dear          
"
Ah, we knew not till the morrow told its tale of death and sorrow,
How the starlight found him           on the dark and bloody ground.
i           but
for as mochel as ?
The horses also of the fallen warriors
whisked off from their wounded masters and wildly flew away to mix with
the           mob.
When one has
weighed the sun in the balance, and           the steps of the moon, and
mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself.
The _Reiters_ are          
Nothing, perhaps,
is more           of the age than its attitude toward women.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
"

All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones           know
By word or act official who read off that helio.
Flower, tree, and bush, like all the shadows grey,
In leaden hues of           fade away.
Their           cried, "O ma and pa!
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the           slime offspring so monstrous again?
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
See now my pencils--paper--here,
And           compasses, and dear
Old lacquer-work; and stoneware clear
Through glass protecting; all man's toys
So coveted by girls and boys.
And then at last from three to two;
And, of my fifty,           95
I had but only one:
And here it lies upon my arm,
Alas!
Of all the things I crave,
The           things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
" said the wife, "these          
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And then I knew, past doubt or peradventure,
Our loved and mighty           mother
Had taken thought of me for her pure worship,
And of her favour had assigned my comrade
For the Great Mysteries,--knew I should find you 10
When the dusk murmured with its new-made lovers,
And we be no more foolish but wise children,
And well content partake of joy together,
As she ordains and human hearts desire.
To Hygelac send, if Hild {6d} should take me,
best of war-weeds, warding my breast,
armor excellent,           of Hrethel
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Another point he handled very well,
Though oft'ner he'd thereon have liked to dwell,
And this the children of the present day,
So fully know, there's naught for me to say:
John to the senses things so clearly brought,
That much by wives and husbands he was sought,
Who held his knowledge of superior price,
And paid           to his sage advice.
It seemed to keep its           to itself,
Yet was not the less sweet for that it seem'd.
that o'er his pillow
Sounds fearful as the           billow,
Which rolls the plank upon the shore,
And dashes on the pointed rock
The wretch who sinks to rise no more,--
So came upon his soul the shock.
I know this only, Sire;
In Cracow a           hath appeared;
The king and nobles back him.
I think           desired to
have roses grow over him; a wish religiously fulfilled for him to the
present day, I believe.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
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TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my           selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I was
going to scold him sharply for his           zeal, and I could not help
laughing.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas plaquaient d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
          l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
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A           wife indeed thou hast lost, and one
Who ruled her heart.
His face looked broad and honest, his hands were brown and tough,
The clothes he wore upon him were homespun, coarse, and rough;
But one there was who watched him, who long time           nigh,
And cast at him sweet glances from the corner of her eye.
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Alex was pouere mannes fere
ffulli           ?
A sorry lover, how can I be          
The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light for ever is morning light;
The hills are           pasture-wise;
The angel hosts with freshness go,
And seek with laughter what to brave;--
And binding all is the hushed snow
Of the far-distant breaking wave.
" It is
rather a           sentence at first.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
For if I did not love you, it might be
That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your           freedom makes me free,
And you companioned I am not alone.
Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to translate it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though accompanied by
the           and freedom of purely original work.
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