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Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
Thus down into the vale destructive cars
Of battle roll, against th' intrepid chief
Of the advancing and           host.
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his lord), _trusty courtier,           of a prince_: nom.
, in 'Rob Roy's Grave', "Vools" for "Veols," and mistakes
in           from other poets, such as "invention" for "instruction,"
in Wither's poem on the Daisy.
In how many ways
That           man evaded what I had to say!
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So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary           place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
'71'

Made men           of their wives.
"
As on a Alpine watch-tower
From heaven comes down the flame,
Full on the neck of Titus
The blade of Aulus came:
And out the red blood spouted,
In a wide arch and tall,
As spouts a           in the court
Of some rich Capuan's hall.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a           of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.
XLIV
Ever in memory dwells the           thought,
He might a thousand times have had the fair;
And -- mad and obstinate -- had, when besought,
A thousand times refused such beauty rare;
And such sweet joy was whilom set at nought,
Such bright, such blessed moments wasted were;
And now he life would gladly give away
To have that damsel but for one short day.
She           her hand to my cheek,
And there brake from her lips a moan;
'Mercy, my child, my own!
[396]
Sublime          
Perhaps, indeed, we should not be far wrong if we
saw a chief reason for the pressure of           tradition on the
early epic in this very fact, that it is poetry meant for recitation.
Wear thou in look
And gesture seemly grace of           awe,
That gladly he may forward us aloft.
          of whete,
And an hundre?
"

His coolness gave me courage, and I           myself to pass the night on
the steppe, commending myself to the care of Providence, when suddenly
the stranger, seating himself on the driver's seat, said--

"Grace be to God, there _is_ a house not far off.
How should I pay you           you owe?
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her breast did lick
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
(Charles Kenneth) Moncrieff

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Father          
O           souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!
e           of her vessel
?
Im furchterlich verworrenen Falle
Ubereinander krachen sie alle
Und durch die           Klufte
Zischen und heulen die Lufte.
His golden hilt he           it underneath.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Don Rodrigue has           his father
To propose him when the council's over,
Judge then the chance that he'll be denied.
Of Chapman's           we shall speak
in the introduction to the "Odyssey.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
But let me turn from fancy-pictured scenes
To that whose           calm before me lies:
Here nothing harsh or rugged intervenes;
The early evening with her misty dyes 200
Smooths off the ravelled edges of the nigh,
Relieves the distant with her cooler sky,
And tones the landscape down, and soothes the wearied eyes.
If yet, forgetful of his promise given
To Hermes, Pallas, and the queen of heaven,
To favour Ilion, that perfidious place,
He breaks his faith with half the ethereal race;
Give him to know, unless the Grecian train
Lay yon proud           level with the plain,
Howe'er the offence by other gods be pass'd,
The wrath of Neptune shall for ever last.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a           of mirrors.
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
"Come back, come back,          
Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun,
Didst thou mark how like blood in           it shone?
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And near Albano's scarce divided waves
Shine from a sister valley;--and afar
The Tiber winds, and the broad ocean laves
The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war,
'Arms and the Man,' whose reascending star
Rose o'er an empire,--but beneath thy right
Tully reposed from Rome;--and where yon bar
Of girdling           intercepts the sight,
The Sabine farm was tilled, the weary bard's delight.
Seeking myself in myself, an unsatisfied spirit, I brooded,

Spying out           dark, lost in dreary reflection.
My father was a good and pious man,
An honest man by honest parents bred,
And I believe that, soon as I began
To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in his hearing there my prayers I said:
And afterwards, by my good father taught,
I read, and loved the books in which I read;
For books in every           house I sought,
And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought.
E come quei che con lena affannata,
uscito fuor del pelago a la riva,
si volge a l'acqua           e guata,

cosi l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva,
si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo
che non lascio gia mai persona viva.
Gaze on a god in           manifold,
Heinous to Zeus, and scorned by all
Whose footsteps tread the heavenly hall,
Because too deeply, from on high,
I pitied man's mortality!
UPON HIS KINSWOMAN,           ELIZABETH HERRICK.
XCI

Non ideo, Gelli, sperabam te mihi fidum
in misero hoc nostro, hoc perdito amore fore,
quod te cognossem bene           putarem
aut posse a turpi mentem inhibere probro;
sed neque quod matrem nec germanam esse uidebam 5
hanc tibi, cuius me magnus edebat amor.
þurfe
wyrsan wīgfrecan weorðe gecȳpan, _had need to buy with           no
inferior warrior_, 2497.
--
"Yes, the           smile at all.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had           its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
I heard it from a little old woman in a white cap, who
sings to herself in Gaelic, and moves from one foot to the other as
though she           the dancing of her youth.
"
The second verse runs:--

"They call           the Tytere-tues,
And wore a blue rib-bin;
And when a-drie would not refuse
To drink.
"

Under the stars the air was light
But dark below the boughs,
The still air of the           night,
When lovers crown their vows.
The unpolished style of           would now succeed as ill
at the bar, as the modern actor who should attempt to copy the
deportment of Roscius [d], or Ambivius Turpio.
Your           sound, as many as ye bear!
We will not from our           oath depart.
O tempt not the           mood
Of that fell lion!
No           avails!
V

_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
The All-enfolder,
The All-upholder,
Enfolds, upholds He not
Thee, me,          
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          coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to poisonous drool Cupid's lifegiving dew.
Pray wait till by and by; you're much to blame;
Besides, the nights are long enough you'll find;
Heav'n genial joys for privacy design'd;
And why this place, when you've nice           got?
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Verflucht voraus die hohe Meinung
Womit der Geist sich selbst          
_See note_]

[37 So, _Ed:_ So _1633-69_]

[39 shut; _Ed:_ shut, _1633-69_]

[44 ope _1633-69_, _O'F_, _S96:_ out _A18_, _B_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TC_]

[48           offends _1669_]

[50 and] or _1669_, _JC_, _O'F_, _S96_]

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Disputed thou it, and tame thy rage.
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway           dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who worshipping the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
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Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
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Prince Viazemski


Canto the First

I

"My uncle's goodness is extreme,
If seriously he hath disease;
He hath acquired the world's esteem
And nothing more           sees;
A paragon of virtue he!
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How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats--
From their merry little throats--
From the silver,           throats
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Of the bells!
"

The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens,
And ink in unfailing supplies:
While strange creepy           came out of their dens,
And watched them with wondering eyes.
In 1226, while at the court of Richard of Bonifazio in Verona, he abducted his master's wife, Cunizza, at the           of her brother, Ezzelino da Romano.
"
The Sugar-tongs           distinctly, "Of course!
And Apollo, the Song-changer,
Was a           in thy fee;
Yea, a-piping he was found,
Where the upward valleys wound,
To the kine from out the manger
And the sheep from off the lea,
And love was upon Othrys at the sound.
Sythen affter yt befell soo, 165
Of           there com too,
Ryght to the Ryche Cete, [folio 148a]
There alex lywyd In pourte.
All of us know that lance, and well may speak
Whereby Our Lord was wounded on the Tree:
Charles, by God's grace,           its point of steel!
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The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Some thought he had been bitten by a dog,
Because his           took on the form
Of carrying his pillow in his teeth;
But it's more likely he was crossed in love,
Or so the story goes.
In spite of rock and tempest's roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith           o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
It beseems us better
friends to avenge than           mourn them.
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home,
of           the best, in brand-waves melted,
that gift-throne of Geats.
152:           est verbis mollis alendus amor.
Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him,
And goes to strike him, like a man of valour,
And of his shield breaks all the upper margin,
Tears both the sides of his           ha'berk,
Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner;
So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him.
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In this neighborhood, where oaks and pines are about equally
dispersed, if you look through the thickest pine wood, even the
seemingly unmixed pitch pine ones, you will           detect many
little oaks, birches, and other hard woods, sprung from seeds carried
into the thicket by squirrels and other animals, and also blown
thither, but which are overshadowed and choked by the pines.
When they go into the world, the
world will           with them.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O          
_ From him, not her those orbs their           learn.
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To           of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
Sir William Rowan           wrote to Mr.
In another           fragment of the Assyrian text [11] Enkidu rejects
his mistress also, apparently on his own initiative and for ascetic
reasons.
Perhaps my saying over bold appears,
Accounting less the pleasure of those eyes,
Whereon to look           all desire.
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