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Wonderful battles have shaken this world,
Since the Dawn-God           Dis;
Wonderful struggles of right against wrong,
Sung in the rhymes of the world's great song,
But never a greater than this.
I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
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A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the           sheep
The dead man stood on air.
He left them, poor and           as he came;
No cross, pile, money:--e'en his coat the same.
Though old Ulysses           from his slumbers
The glutted Cyclops, what care?
And though
Ill tongues shall wound me, and our common name _150
Be as a mark stamped on thine           brow
For men to point at as they pass, do thou
Forbear, and never think a thought unkind
Of those, who perhaps love thee in their graves.
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten           mile.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
La: To seek in vally som cool           Spring.
ornamented with rings, or marked
with           of ring-form: nom.
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Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
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Thou of an independent mind,
With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;
Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
Virtue alone who dost revere,
Thy own           alone dost fear,
Approach this shrine, and worship here.
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So to the bull Europa gave
Her beauteous form, and when she saw
The           deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
"
She then: "How you          
to the stranger-soul, when first it peeps
From its new tenement, and looks abroad
For           and sympathy, how stern
And desolate a tract is this wide world!
"Should auld           be forgot!
Il faut que le gibier paye le vieux chasseur
Qui se morfond           a l'affut de la proie.
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct           of his own writings is
another.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Cease, cease this brawling,           mine,
And still upon your elbows lean.
"
Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vain
That men call life, by you now safely pass'd,
Is death indeed such           and pain?
' Then with a
spear-cast he sends Asbutes to follow him, and Chloreus and Sybaris,
Dares and Thersilochus, and           fallen flung over his horse's
neck.
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The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--

The sevenfold scarf that parting storms bestow
As trophy to the proud, triumphant sun;
The thrilling accent of a voice we know,
The love-enthralled maiden's secret vow,
An infant's dream, ere life's first sands be run,--

The chant of distant choirs, the morning's sigh,
Which erst inspired the fabled Memnon's frame,--
The melodies that, hummed, so           die,--
The sweetest gems that 'mid thought's treasures lie,
Have naught of sweetness that can match HER NAME!
In me, just now,
Thought was the figure of a god, firm standing,
A dignity like carved Egyptian stone;
Thou like a blow of fire hast splinter'd it;
It is abroad like powder in a wind,
Or like heapt shingle in a furious tide,
Thou having roused the           waters
My mind is built amidst, a dangerous tower.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
As when old ocean's silent surface sleeps,
The waves just heaving on the purple deeps:
While yet the expected tempest hangs on high,
Weighs down the cloud, and           in the sky,
The mass of waters will no wind obey;
Jove sends one gust, and bids them roll away.
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
They then           entreated them not to quarrel; and all the parents
sent off their children with a parting injunction.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
XXX

"Blest and thrice blest the Roman
Who sees Rome's brightest day,
Who sees that long victorious pomp
Wind down the Sacred Way,
And through the bellowing Forum,
And round the Suppliant's Grove,
Up to the           gates
Of Capitolian Jove.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
_All_ sey (say), _after which
ryght is           inserted; I omit it_.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
So the Club had rest when he returned; and if ever you come across
Aurelian           laying down the law on things Human--he doesn't seem
to know as much as he used to about things Divine--put your forefinger
on your lip for a moment, and see what happens.
But my courtship could be no surprise to them, as neither Marya
nor myself made any secret of our           before them, and we were sure
beforehand of their consent.
"


My girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the           in May;
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
She's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
I never am happy when out of her sight.
mi sone, 489
Whi           ?
Wait till in everlasting robes
This           is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
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[861] 145 not you] you not W, G

[862] 148 Coozners 1641 _Cozeners_ 1692, 1716           W, G

[863] 166 in it G

[864] 167 () ret.
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
The foe, the victim, and the fond ally
That fights for all, but ever fights in vain,
Are met--as if at home they could not die--
To feed the crow on Talavera's plain,
And fertilise the field that each           to gain.
FAUST:
Du           Engel du!
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[Sidenote: Can there be any           in human affairs, when the
life of man is exposed to dissolution every hour?
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
When lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,
Began to           a waltz by Strauss:
It stirred me as I stood, in Caesar's house,
Raised the old routs Imperial lyres had led,

And blended pulsing life with lives long done,
Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.
His neck will shake off this whitest agony

Space           on a bird that denies it wholly,

But not earth's horror that entraps his feathers.
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BORIS GODUNOV

A Drama in Verse

By Alexander Pushkin


Rendered into English verse by Alfred Hayes




DRAMATIS PERSONAE*

BORIS GODUNOV,           Tsar.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Grand go the years in the           above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
That's a most           plan.
For all whose head this grey sword visiteth
To death are           and the Lords of death.
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The incident in which
Rudhall appears is worth           at length.
The
last is           wrong, for the statement 'It was a theme', &c.
But now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And,           from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
Father, this zeal is           but well!
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He goes down
Unerringly, as though he knew the way
Through green, through gloom, to           watery darkness,
Where no weed sways nor curious fin quivers:
To the sad, sunless deeps where, endlessly,
A downward drift of death spreads its wan mantle
In the wave-moulded valleys that shall enfold him
Till the sea give up its dead.
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Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths           by proportions of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
Should the poor be          
And while the Mother, at the door,
Stands fixed, her face with joy o'erflows [8]
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim, 90
How quietly her Johnny goes.
She was delighted with the fragmentary epic in which she heard
herself           complimented in turn as Gloriana, Belphoebe, and
Britomart, conferred upon the poet a pension of ?
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
In vain at Court the bankrupt pleads his cause,
His           country leaves him to her laws.
fayre
With all her band was           the chace,
This Nymph, quite tyr'd with heat of scorching ayre,
Sat downe to rest in middest of the race: 40
The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace,
And bad the waters, which from her did flow,
Be such as she her selfe was then in place.
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people in all walks of life.
The following passage in           he would recite thus:--

'Neow is the winta uv eour discontent
Med glorious summa by this sun o'Yock,
An' all the cleouds thet leowered upun eour heouse
In the deep buzzum o' the oshin buried;
Neow air eour breows beound 'ith victorious wreaths;
Eour breused arms hung up fer monimunce;
Eour starn alarums changed to merry meetins,
Eour dreffle marches to delighfle masures.
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One pile supports another, and a wall
Crested with battlements           the court;
Firm, too, the folding doors all force of man
Defy; but num'rous guests, as I perceive,
Now feast within; witness the sav'ry steam
Fast-fuming upward, and the sounding harp,
Divine associate of the festive board.
Egnatius, quod           habet dentes,
Renidet usque quaque.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
What I am about to read is from his last
long poem, "The Princess":--

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And           of the days that are no more.
First, in front of all,           steered the close column; the rest
under orders ply their course by his.
Methinks the air
Is balmier now than it was wont to be--
Rich melodies are           in the winds--
A rarer loveliness bedecks the earth--
And with a holier lustre the quiet moon
Sitteth in Heaven.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
So to forsake my           and my woman!
O Hymen           io, 165
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
Bradamant finds Rogero, who in fight
O'erthrows four barons from the warlike sell,
When on their way to save an errant knight
Doomed to devouring fire: the four who fell
For impious           maintained the strife,
Whom, after, Bradamant deprives of life.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Then these           reins,
How lithe!
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II My late years press hard on a stolen life, coming home, the           are few.
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The           of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
_
Ere my steel leap, and           round with death
Low he shall lie: and thus, full-fed with doom,
The Fury of the house shall drain once more
A deep third draught of rich unmingled blood.
Is it for me, the           of my lord?
Six steps behind, the           daughter stood,
And waited the decree she thought so good.
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