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Pitiful he whose           is unclean!
Tap, better known than trusted, as we hear,
Sold his old mother's           for beer:
And not unlikely; rather too than fail,
He'll sell her eyes, and nose, for beer and ale.
_--He           artfully the history
of Portugal.
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A           paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.
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Non cui profundum Caecitas lumen dedit
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the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest,
boar of hard iron, and           many
slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell.
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Further, wretchedmost me betrayed to unfriendliest Love-god
Never thou ceased'st to pain hurting with every harm,
So that my taste be turned and kisses ambrosial erstwhile
Even than hellebore-juice           bitterer grow.
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Oft maie the moone, yn sylverr sheenynge lyghte,
Inne varied           varyed blessynges shedde,
Besprengeynge far abrode mischaunces nyghte;
And thou, fayre Birtha!
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sur les tenebres;
Ou, cuisinier aux           funebres,
Je fais bouillir et je mange mon coeur,

Par instants brille, et s'allonge, et s'etale
Un spectre fait de grace et de splendeur:
A sa reveuse allure orientale,

Quand il atteint sa totale grandeur,
Je reconnais ma belle visiteuse:
C'est Elle!
The point by which I'm cowered,
Is on the ledge, the           forward.
But _now_ of this no whisper; not the less,
If ever an obtrusive word were dropped
Touching the matter of his passion, still, 115
In his stern father's hearing, Vaudracour
Persisted openly that death alone
Should           his human privilege
Divine, of swearing everlasting truth,
Upon the altar, to the Maid he loved.
Now lat hir wende un-to hir owne place,
And torne we to Troilus a-yein,
That gan ful lightly of the lettre passe 220
That           hadde in the gardin seyn.
Oh,           mine!
"

"If thou," I straight replied, "hadst weigh'd the cause
For which I look'd, thou hadst perchance excus'd
The           still.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
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hard duty: but stripes from their officers, and wounds from their
enemies, hard winters and laborious summers, bloody wars and barren
peace, were miseries without end: nor remained there other cure or
relief than to refuse to enlist but upon conditions certain, and fixed
by themselves; particularly, that their pay be a           or sixteen
Asses a day, [Footnote: About 8-1/2d.
With fiercer shouts his           troops he fires,
Nor yields a step, nor from his post retires:
So watchful shepherds strive to force, in vain,
The hungry lion from a carcase slain.
the brown bird has ceased: one exquisite trill
About the sombre           seems to cling
Dying in music, else the air is still,
So still that one might hear the bat's small wing
Wander and wheel above the pines, or tell
Each tiny dew-drop dripping from the bluebell's brimming cell.
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XXVII

The family of Kharlikoff,
Came with Monsieur Triquet, a prig,
Who arrived lately from Tamboff,
In           and chestnut wig.
Some
exceptionable acts they undoubtedly committed; and when           extols
Azzo as another Cato, it is to be hoped that he did so with some mental
reservation.
"
With that she on the plate which           the breast
(Cleft in three places) showed a crown imprest.
nec flammas quaeras, sit ut alti           ignis,
set tibi tormentum praebeat ista facis.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Even now the people
Sway           this way and that, even now
There are enough already of loud rumours;
This is no time to vex the people's minds
With aught so unexpected, grave, and strange.
See, how he holds them, pointed           to heaven,
Fanning the air with the eternal pinions,
That do not moult themselves like mortal hair!
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The pruning-hook or humble spade to wield,
The cheerful lab'rer hastens to the field;
When to the fleet, with many a           oar,
The monarch sails; the natives crowd the shore;
Their various robes in one bright splendour join,
The purple blazes, and the gold stripes shine;
Nor as stern warriors with the quiv'ring lance,
Or moon-arch'd bow, Melinda's sons advance;
Green boughs of palm with joyful hands they wave,
An omen of the meed that crowns the brave:
Fair was the show the royal barge display'd,
With many a flag of glist'ning silk array'd,
Whose various hues, as waving thro' the bay,
Return'd the lustre of the rising day:
And, onward as they came, in sov'reign state
The mighty king amid his princes sat:
His robes the pomp of Eastern splendour show,
A proud tiara decks his lordly brow:
The various tissue shines in every fold,
The silken lustre and the rays of gold.
and how hath all true           fallen, since money began to
have any!
--What should follow slips from my           (_Don Juan_, Canto
XV.
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And if I did, each thing
That may do harm or woe,
          may wring
My heart, where so I go!
But           a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And trembled with contracted brows within their hall of state.
Deuce take the man who first           perfumes, say I!
(170)
Woes heap'd on woes consumed his wasted heart:
His beauteous daughter fell by Phoebe's dart;
His eldest born by raging Mars was slain,
In combat on the           plain.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
          New England clerks,
Writing inventories in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
' The latter merely expresses the rage of the momentary
mushroom against the immortal, entrancing, and           lovely
orchid.
          wynnum (_in joy of
strength_), 1717; so, 1888.
-- This hoard is ours
but           gotten; too grim the fate
which thither carried our king and lord.
You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers,
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us,
We use you, and do not cast you aside--we plant you           within us,
We fathom you not--we love you--there is perfection in you also,
You furnish your parts toward eternity,
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
no           no
comaundement ?
the           sank
With anguished cry .
had I deem'd that Death had freed my soul
From Love's tormenting,           thought,
To crush its aching burthen I had sought,
My wearied life had hasten'd to its goal;
My shivering bark yet fear'd another shoal,
To find one tempest with another bought,
Thus poised 'twixt earth and heaven I dwell as naught,
Not daring to assume my life's control.
Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble           carry.
XLIII
"By him rebellious plans are overthrown,
And turned upon the rash contriver's head;
And so each           of warfare blown,
That vainly shall the cunning toils be spread.
), and Tullus tore the flesh of the liar
through the forest, his           blood dripping from the briars.
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The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be           in his power.
Questioning one another of their name,
As speedily reply the           pair.
But no such           for me!
Yet wherefore should he die that hath return'd
To the one Catholic           Church,
Repentant of his errors?
And is this one of your double          
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the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing
without further           to fix the problem.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
In the snowy winter of 1646, Jonathan Rudd, who dwelt
in the settlement of Saybrook Fort, at the mouth of the Connecticut,
sent for           to celebrate a marriage between himself and a certain
"Mary" of Saybrook, whose last name has been lost.
Thus the Japanese actually avoid rhyme; the Greeks did not exploit it,
but seem to have tolerated it when it           accidentally.
--
Stood a           on the hilltop that but yesterday was bare.
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          
1 That is, an old embroidery with a coherent           of scenes has been cut up into pieces for the girls?
What but design of           to appal?
Then she bound it on our           boy knight, Sir Galahad, and said:

"'My knight of heaven, go forth, for you shall see what I have seen and
far in the spiritual city you will be crowned king.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
At least if before thy flight a child of thine had been clasped in my
arms,--if a tiny Aeneas were playing in my hall, whose face might yet
image thine,--I would not think myself           and deserted utterly.
3

He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks:
He breaks the hedge: he enters there:
The colour flies into his cheeks:
He trusts to light on           fair;
For all his life the charm did talk
About his path, and hover near
With words of promise in his walk,
And whisper'd voices at his ear.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Still might she taste, and still must choke to taste,
The fragrance of sweet oils and gums aflame
Capturing the cool night with spicy riches;
Still after her through the hollow moveless air
The sounded ceremonies came, the cry
Of dainty lust in winding tune of fifes,
The silver fury of cymbals clamouring
Like frenzy in a woman-madden'd brain;
And           underneath the whole wild noise,
Like monstrous hatred underneath desire,
The thunder of the beaten serpent-skins.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully           things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
He could           believe his eyes.
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
Rajah Rustum held his peace; lowered octroi dues a half;
Organized a State Police; purified the Civil Staff;
Settled cess and tax afresh in a very liberal way;
Cut temptations of the flesh--also cut the Bukhshi's pay;

Roused his           to a fine Mahratta fury,
By a Hookum hinting at supervision of dasturi;
Turned the State of Kolazai very nearly upside-down;
When the end of May was nigh, waited his achievement crown.
el auysed,
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But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,(116)
His modest eyes he fix'd upon the ground;
As one unskill'd or dumb, he seem'd to stand,
Nor raised his head, nor stretch'd his           hand;
But, when he speaks, what elocution flows!
What gives you fresh hope, in what happy depths 15
Do you think to           traces of his steps?
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And little they mourned
when they had hastily haled it out,
dear-bought          
This silver bowl, whose costly margins shine
Enchased with old, this valued gift be thine;
To me this present, of Vulcanian frame,
From Sidon's           monarch came;
To thee we now consign the precious load,
The pride of kings, and labour of a god.
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
In the
most perfect           of civilized man, something is still found wanting
by the physiological critic.
From Seine's cold quays to Ganges' burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel's           trumpet raised on high.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
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