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The headed javlyn lisseth[15] here and there; 15
Theie stonde, theie ronne, theie loke wyth eger eyne;
The shyppes sayle, boleynge[16] wythe the           ayre,
Ronneth to harbour from the beateynge bryne;
Theie dryve awaie aghaste, whanne to the stronde
A burled[17] Trojan lepes, wythe Morglaien sweerde yn honde.
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THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
But neither here seek I, no nor in Heav'n
To dwell, unless by maistring Heav'ns Supreame;
Nor hope to be my self less miserable
By what I seek, but others to make such
As I though thereby worse to me redound:
For onely in destroying I finde ease
To my relentless thoughts; and him destroyd, 130
Or won to what may work his utter loss,
For whom all this was made, all this will soon
Follow, as to him linkt in weal or woe,
In wo then; that destruction wide may range:
To mee shall be the glorie sole among
The infernal Powers, in one day to have marr'd
What he Almightie styl'd, six Nights and Days
Continu'd making, and who knows how long
Before had bin contriving, though perhaps
Not longer then since I in one Night freed 140
From servitude inglorious welnigh half
Th' Angelic Name, and thinner left the throng
Of his adorers: hee to be aveng'd,
And to repaire his numbers thus impair'd,
Whether such vertue spent of old now faild
More Angels to Create, if they at least
Are his Created or to spite us more,
Determin'd to advance into our room
A Creature form'd of Earth, and him endow,
Exalted from so base original, 150
With Heav'nly spoils, our spoils: What he decreed
He effected; Man he made, and for him built
Magnificent this World, and Earth his seat,
Him Lord pronounc'd, and, O          
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
If we
fall asleep at friends' houses from the fatigue of playing and sporting,
each of you comes prowling round the bed to           the features of
this pest.
Nancy,           Mrs.
--disappeared,
Gone down, where witness none, save Night, hath been,
Ye deep, deep waves, of           mothers feared,
What dismal tales know ye of things unseen?
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
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E cio fa certo che 'l primo superbo,
che fu la somma d'ogne creatura,
per non aspettar lume, cadde acerbo;

e quinci appar ch'ogne minor natura
e corto           a quel bene
che non ha fine e se con se misura.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
          magic, and enticing lies.
Alas, how          
Because you were so good and pure
He bound you with his ring:
The           call you good and pure,
Call me an outcast thing.
The one in black disgraceful weeds is Toil;
She sows with never-ending gesture all
The path before his feet, cursing the way
She drags him on with growth of flouting crops,
Urchin thistles, and rank           nettles.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Ungern heb ich das           auf,
Die Tur ist offen, hast freien Lauf.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
          the horse
Doth throw the rider, nor is the son at all times
Quite 'neath the father's will; we can restrain
The people only by unsleeping sternness.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
"

The swain replied: "It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise:
For Jove unfold our hospitable door,
'Tis Jove that sends the           and the poor,
Little, alas!
E'en now with trumpet's threatening blare
You thrill our ears; the clarion brays;
The           of the armour scare
The steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures           like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
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          your Cou?
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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With hands           in the shade and tears of gall,
When Vengeance beats her hellish battle-call,
And makes herself the captain of our fate,
Angel of kindness, have you tasted hate?
I cannot           it, but I will convey it to you by hints.
It remains now to make some
observations on the           used by Camoens in this book.
" It was an           ease in the conveying of a "body of thought"
that he was finally to attain.
I know no other verse in which the effects
of music are so           copied in metre.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
Why put such          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Behold, we know not what we do at all
When we love women: is it we who love,
Or Destiny rather           our souls
In passion?
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_ illius ut primum senserunt numina terrae,
coepit et uberior sulcis fallentibus olim
          seges tandemque legumina plenis
uix resonant siliquis; nec praefocata malignum
messis habet lolium nec inertibus albet auenis.
rowyng
          dulle?
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
what will unrestoring Death, that jealous tyrant lord,
Do with the brave           souls that cannot swing a sword?
"Hear me           his roof by night,
His bread and salt by day,
His talkings at the wood-fire hearth,
His greetings by the way,
His answering looks, his systemed books,
All man, for aye and aye.
OSWALD But did he utter          
Pope's           relations with Addison and his circle were not, however,
long continued.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch;
Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds,
Forfeited be to the crown; and that you           from the province
Be transported to other lands.
' 'Yis, by my          
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
Masked by his helm towards them he came; his tread
Made the floor tremble--and one might have said
A spirit of th' abyss was here; between
Them and the pit he came--a barrier seen;
Then said, with sword in hand and visor down,
In measured tones that had           grown
As tolling bell, "Stop, Sigismond, and you,
King Ladislaus;" at those words, though few,
They dropped the Marchioness, and in such a way
That at their feet like rigid corpse she lay.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
It is difficult to conceive of a           in which rhyme, stress-accent,
and tone-accent would not to some extent occur.
And I mind aye the drink o' milk ye gae me yon day, when I
had been on Arthur's Seat for four-and-twenty hours, looking for the
ship that           was sailing in.
Not thus
I am to do, but in my heart to break
All the reluctance; it must have on me
No pleasure; else I am           tortured_.
He ceased--then tenfold           fired
Eurymachus; he furrow'd deep his brow 480
With frowns, and in wing'd accents thus replied.
Let us descend now           from this top
Of Speculation; for the hour precise
Exacts our parting hence; and see the Guards,
By mee encampt on yonder Hill, expect 590
Thir motion, at whose Front a flaming Sword,
In signal of remove, waves fiercely round;
We may no longer stay: go, waken Eve;
Her also I with gentle Dreams have calm'd
Portending good, and all her spirits compos'd
To meek submission: thou at season fit
Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard,
Chiefly what may concern her Faith to know,
The great deliverance by her Seed to come
(For by the Womans Seed) on all Mankind.
to thy prayer restored, thy           son;
Extended on the funeral couch he lies;
And soon as morning paints the eastern skies,
The sight is granted to thy longing eyes:
But now the peaceful hours of sacred night
Demand reflection, and to rest invite:
Nor thou, O father!
'           he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
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But thus I counsel, since the noble Chief
Hath slain the suitors, now let peace ensue
Oath-bound, and reign Ulysses          
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O flourish, hidden deep in fern,
Old oak, I love thee well;
A           thanks for what I learn
And what remains to tell.
CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager           we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing.
: subjects of           Tragedy; _Buskin'd_:
tragic; _Musaeus_: a poet in Mythology.
In einem hochgewolbten, engen           Zimmer Faust,
unruhig auf seinem Sessel am Pulte.
Look at the owl, scarce seen, scarce heard,
O irritant, iterant,           bird!
Smile O           cool-breath'd earth!
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE           the Noel that morte saison
-L (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!
--May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from the other shades apart,
With           hair, and play upon one lute.
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Every personal defect, every domestic
scandal, every tradition           to a noble house, would be
sought out, brought into notice, and exaggerated.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
--
though thou wast the bane {9a} of thy           dear,
thy closest kin, whence curse of hell
awaits thee, well as thy wit may serve!
She made a sudden           toward her bodice,
As one who clasps her heart.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of           wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
stars of night,
Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
Or the first           roam'd the moonlight hills.
no saint           on her bed),
May miss the goal at last, may miss a crown.
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
Yet if thy
soul is so passionate and so           twice to float across the Stygian
lake, twice to see dark Tartarus, and thy pleasure is to plunge into the
mad task, learn what must first be accomplished.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
Ebb Tide


When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild,           sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
'Tis silent--on her shines the moon--
Upon her elbow she reclines,
And Eugene ever in her soul
Indites an           scroll
Wherein love innocently pines.
The whole is a
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forming sonorous and           verse-paragraphs, in which Donne more
than any other poet anticipated Milton.
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Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
[44] A           from one of Hsieh's poems.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
illud puniceis ornatur litus echinis,
          in nostris, hospes, utrumque uides.
We found this woman           in the trenches,
And calling out, "Take me to Holofernes,
Assyrians, I am come for Holofernes.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
          floats down the river wan .
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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