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one I wore in that battle[129] when Boreas           us from such fierce
attacks,

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"The day when she was born, the stars that win
Prosperity for man shone bright above;
Their high glad homes within
Each on the other smiled with gratulant love;
Fair Venus, and, with gentle aspect, Jove
The beautiful and lordly mansions held:
Seem'd as each adverse light
          all heaven was darken'd and dispell'd,
The sun ne'er look'd upon a day so bright;
The air and earth rejoiced; the waves had rest
By lake and river, and o'er ocean green:
'Mid the enchanting scene
One distant cloud alone my thought distress'd,
Lest sometime it might be of tears the source
Unless kind Heaven should elsewhere turn its course.
It is highly           that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by compositions much resembling the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
          34

VI.
A mortal shape to him _215
Was like the vapour dim
Which the orient planet animates with light;
Hell, Sin, and Slavery came,
Like bloodhounds mild and tame,
Nor preyed, until their Lord had taken flight; _220
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set:
While blazoned as on Heaven's immortal noon
The cross leads           on.
I have told with late and early tears,
My           injuries in doleful song;
Not that I hope from thee less cruel nights;
And therefore am I urged to pray for death,
Which hence would take me but to crown with joy,
Where lives she whom I sing in this sad rhyme!
And what of          
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
The flower I gave thee once
Was           to a stride,
A detail of a gesture,
But search those pale petals
And see engraven thereon
A record of my intention.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
The mead appears one intermingled blaze
Where pearls and           dart their trembling rays.
When thou with flattery canst cajole me,
Till I self-satisfied shall be,
When thou with           canst befool me,
Be that the last of days for me!
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
A           race!
160 --_Paeon_ seems to have been to the gods, what           and
Machaon were to the Grecian heroes.
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I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
NOTE:
_446 by some measure 1824; with some           B.
Ten thousand leagues, it pains my heart, this day of stern banishment, 4           death in our hundred-year span, at the time of the Restoration.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
We love to see any redness in the vegetation of the           zone.
The Woman remains
in the background while_           _comes forward.
Happily now I've escaped, and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond           and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
for the rarity
Of           charity
Under the sun!
Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
FROSCH:
Nein, sagt mir nur, was ist          
XLIV

If the dull           of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
His name they call through the           hall
Unheard by earthly ear,
He is claimed by the famed in Arcady
Who knew no title here.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Where the wind calls our           footsteps we go.
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
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What evil flame stifled in my heart          
R sed uix ab eadem
manu
6 _truf_(_ff_           Da: _crissantem_ marg.
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law           him.
Has Roscius, says he,
defrauded his          
if ye but knew
The least of the all that bluebirds do,
Now in this little godly calm
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm --
The Psalm of Love with the           eyes
Who pardons and is very wise --
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire,
`Fire!
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much obliged by your inserting it at all.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
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Love-making birds were my mates all the road,
And who would wish surer delight for the eye
Than to see pairing goldfinches gleaming abroad
Or           sunning on paling and sty?
synnum ge-swenced, 976;           hundum
ge-swenced, 1369.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,
Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;
But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys
To petrify first feelings like the fable into stone,
Till I found the pleasure past and a winter come at last,
Then the fields were sudden bare and the sky got overcast
And boyhood's pleasing haunt like a blossom in the blast
Was shrivelled to a withered weed and trampled down and done,
Till           was the morning spring and set the summer sun
And winter fought her battle strife and won.
Truth
is a great but not a           merit.
What           conduct in the chief appear'd,
When the vast fabric of the steed we rear'd!
--But once
Three watchful shadows, deeper than the dark,
Laid hands on me and           me for the marks
Of traitor or of spy, only to find
Over my heart the badge of loyalty.
Not Pulteney's wealth can           save!
Oh the           fear!
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
inges to comen as wel
          as nat necessarie.
Rude are they,           and unjust?
But another problem interests           even more than this.
In confused haste he has gone to set off on that long journey,           it happened that I was too late for your parting feast.
Had they but promised us the pick,
Perchance we had joined, all;
But           bastions built of brick--
Bah, give me wooden wall!
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Nature,           enchantress, ever-victorious rival, leave me!
_ RVen
87 _uestras_ p:           ?
But when the rosy morning warm'd the east,
My men I summon'd, and these words address'd:
"'Followers and friends, attend what I propose:
Ye sad           of Ulysses' woes!
Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And           I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
Ole massa on he           gone;
He leaf de land behind;
De Lord's breff blow him furder on,
Like corn-shuck in de wind.
if ye have grieved,
Ye are too mortal to be pitiable,
The power to die           the right to grieve.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
King
Yet Love, far from           this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
Frightened, perplexed, she follows with her eyes
Into the basin where her ruin lies,
Looks up to heaven, and questions of the breeze
That had not feared her           to displease;
But all the pond is changed; anon so clear,
Now back it swells, as though with rage and fear;
A mimic sea its small waves rise and fall,
And the poor rose is broken by them all.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
But if we hold him off, will he not grant
The meed of a brave fight,          
Aghorenath Chattopadhyay, is descended
from the ancient family of           of Bhramangram, who were
noted throughout Eastern Bengal as patrons of Sanskrit learning,
and for their practice of Yoga.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
They laughed to know the world so wide;
The           said, 'Good-day!
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
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You           of the Danube!
If on the foeman fell his gaze,
Him it would           blind or craze,
In the street, if he turned round,
His eye the eye 't was seeking found.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Howe'er rich no rarity was absent, it seemed,
Fruit blushed upon the side-boards, groaning 'neath rich meats,
With all the dainties palate ever dreamed
In lavishness to waste--for dwellers in the streets
Of cities, whether Troy, or Tyre, or Ispahan,
Consume, in point of cost, food at a single meal
Much less than what is spread before this crowned man---
Who rules his couchant nation with a rod of steel,
And whose servitors'           arts it was to squeeze
The world's full teats into his royal helpless mouth.
An           person would have been puzzled, and would
have said to you: "It is this, it is that.
"

XXVII

          spied Herminius,
And dashed across the way.
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Are in           dead, and have only life
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The Prayer


My           prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb.
Nor can           there want for tillage,
Where wisely for their court they chose a

village :
How fit a title clothes their governors.
]

It is not necessary here to attempt to           or explain away the
numerous amours in which he was engaged through the greater part of his
life.
Tes grandes visions           ta parole:
--Un Infini terrible effara ton oeil bleu!
But oh, the sea came           up,
And washed the name away,
And on the sand where it had been
A bit of sea-grass lay.
queritor iam Seras auaros
angustum spoliare nemus Clymeneaque desse
germina nec uiridis satis inlacrimare sorores;
uellera Sidonio iam pauca           tabo
raraque longaeuis niuibus crystalla gelari.
ai maden           kyng; wel he gan hem paie;
And euere ?
Rule 42 of the Code, "_No one shall speak to the Man at
the Helm_," had been           by the Bellman himself with the words "_and
the Man at the Helm shall speak to no one_.
spread your white sails my little bark athwart the
imperious waves,
Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea,
This song for           and all their ships.
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farther than here.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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