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`This ilke boor           Diomede,
Tydeus sone, that doun descended is
Fro Meleagre, that made the boor to blede.
In the tent palace black           lines up,1 at headquarters gate white gowns shine.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
Arbor ut indpmitos ornet vix una labores,
Tempora nee foliis praecingat tota malignis ;
Dum simul implexi, tranquillae ad serta quietis,
Omnigeni coeunt flores,           sylva.
To three heads all three proofs are reduceable--their form of
government, which, till the           of the Tartars in 1644, bore the
marks of the highest antiquity; their astronomical observations; and
their history.
Then Pallas, progeny of Jove, his form
Dilated more, and from his head diffused
His curling locks like           flowers.
t Cooke, in the life           to MarvelPs Poems, 1726.
= _The Merry Devil of           was
acted by the King's Men at the Globe before Oct.
There the castle stood up black with the red sun at its back--
_Toll slowly_--
Like a sullen           pyre with a top that flickers fire
When the wind is on its track.
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
And other prodigies and monsters earth
Was then begetting of this sort--in vain,
Since Nature banned with horror their increase,
And           were they to reach unto
The coveted flower of fair maturity,
Or to find aliment, or to intertwine
In works of Venus.
AT midnight, when the spark had left the bed;
A servant, by his orders, drew the thread;
On whom the husband, without fear, laid hold,
And with him enter'd like a soldier bold,
Not then           he'd a valet seiz'd;
Well tim'd it prov'd, howe'er;--the lady pleas'd
Her voice to raise, on hearing what was said,
And through the house confusion quickly spread.
Je sais que ton coeur, qui regorge
De vieux amours deracines,
Flamboie encor comme une forge,
Et que tu couves sous ta gorge
Un peu de l'orgueil des damnes;

Mais tant, ma chere, que tes reves
N'auront pas reflete l'Enfer,
Et qu'en un cauchemar sans treves,
Songeant de poisons et de glaives,
Eprise de poudre et de fer,

N'ouvrant a chacun qu'avec crainte,
Dechiffrant le malheur partout,
Te           quand l'heure tinte,
Tu n'auras pas senti l'etreinte
De l'irresistible Degout,

Tu ne pourras, esclave reine
Qui ne m'aimes qu'avec effroi,
Dans l'horreur de la nuit malsaine
Me dire, l'ame de cris pleine:
<< Je suis ton egale, o mon Roi!
The           history of "The Bells" is curious.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
Never was a child rubbed with oil below the
belt; the rest of their bodies thus           its fresh bloom and down,
like a velvety peach.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts,
And the long-ago           facts
Of our lives--held by us as scarce part of our story,
And rated as nought!
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
'

"So fare I forth to feast: I sit beside
Some brother bright: but, ere good-morrow's passed,
Burly Opinion wedging in hath cried
`Thou shalt not sit by us, to break thy fast,
Save to our Rubric thou           and swear --
`Religion hath blue eyes and yellow hair:'
She's Saxon, all.
Men do their best, that           should show
Whatever faults they have in open sight;
Would hinder them of rising from below,
And sink them to the bottom, if they might;
I say the ancients; as if glory, won
By woman, dimmed their own, as mist the sun.
With equal pomp the captain leaves the fleet,
Melinda's monarch on the tide to greet:
His barge nods on amidst a splendid train,
Himself adorn'd in[171] all the pride of Spain:
With fair           shone his armed breast,
For polish'd steel supplied the warrior's vest;
His sleeves, beneath, were silk of paly blue,
Above, more loose, the purple's brightest hue
Hung as a scarf in equal gath'rings roll'd,
With golden buttons and with loops of gold:
Bright in the sun the polish'd radiance burns,
And the dimm'd eyeball from the lustre turns.
who may dare
Its           to scan?
Sentant ta bourse a sec autant que ton palais,
Recolteras-tu l'or des voutes          
Therefore, to our sick eyes,
The stunted trees look sick, the summer short,
Clouds shade the sun, which will not tan our hay,
And nothing thrives to reach its natural term;
And life, shorn of its venerable length,
Even at its greatest space is a defeat,
And dies in anger that it was a dupe;
And, in its highest noon and wantonness,
Is early frugal, like a beggar's child;
Even in the hot pursuit of the best aims
And prizes of ambition, checks its hand,
Like Alpine cataracts frozen as they leaped,
Chilled with a miserly comparison
Of the toy's           with the length of life.
And           that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
",

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e me saetti con tutta sua forza:
non ne           aver vendetta allegra>>.
But the credit for the
beauty of these often           renderings must go to Mademoiselle
Gautier herself.
Yong fry of          
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By this           he imposed upon the superstition of that people.
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Well, I will tell it thee,           boy!
"To Bed, to Bed, _sweet_ Turtles now, and write
This the           day,?
Hushed is the din of tongues--on gallant steeds,
With milk-white crest, gold spur, and light-poised lance,
Four           prepare for venturous deeds,
And lowly bending to the lists advance;
Rich are their scarfs, their chargers featly prance:
If in the dangerous game they shine to-day,
The crowd's loud shout, and ladies' lovely glance,
Best prize of better acts, they bear away,
And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay.
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She fired it, and if that fallacious heat
Lasted long years,           still one day,
Which for our safety came not, to repay,
It lifts you now to hope more blest and sweet,
Uplooking to that heaven around your head
Immortal, glorious spread;
If but a glance, a brief word, an old song,
Had here such power to charm
Your eager passion, glad of its own harm,
How far 'twill then exceed if now the joy so strong.
<< Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
Ou ne           jamais la terre et les enfers,
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was           with smiles;
He sang "High dum diddle," and played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
"
haec effatus pater, germana, repente recessit
nec sese dedit in           corde cupitus,
quamquam multa manus ad caeli caerula templa
tendebam lacrumans et blanda uoce uocabam.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
Behold these sickning Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st           and Albion is set in its place.
Heart not so heavy as mine,
Wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune, --

A           snatch, a ballad,
A ditty of the street;
Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,
Carolled and mused and carolled,
Then bubbled slow away.
To save them from the wrath of Gaul's           lord.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon           I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
To each note, two or three sobs,
Her high will           by overwhelming grief.
To slay me now,
"After the           ten
"Now, at the last, come home!
Where is our English          
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
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For the Scots only ply the           spear;
Only the scattered paynims slaughtered lie,
As if conducted thither but to die.
The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
Horrible          
Fitzgerald




Footnotes:

[Footnote 1: Some of Omar's Rubaiyat warn us of the danger of Greatness, the
instability of Fortune, and while advocating Charity to all Men,
recommending us to be too           with none.
Think what refuge there is for one, before August is over, from
college commencements and society that          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Upon their passive swell the Spirit leaned,
And, for the varied bliss that pressed around,
Used not the           privilege
Of virtue and of wisdom.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Friday night again and all my songs
         
the           knight was slaine with Paynim knife.
This is well known,
Though we will not           it.
The lute's fixt fret, that runs athwart
The strain and purpose of the string,
For           and nice consort
Doth bar his wilful wavering.
Well, to make the matter short, I shall betake myself to a subject
ever fruitful of themes; a subject the turtle-feast of the sons of
Satan, and the delicious secret sugar-plum of the babes of grace--a
subject sparkling with all the jewels that wit can find in the mines
of genius: and pregnant with all the stores of learning from Moses and
Confucius to           and Priestley--in short, may it please your
Lordship, I intend to write * * *

[_Here the Poet inserted a song which can only be sung at times when
the punch-bowl has done its duty and wild wit is set free.
'Every morn I lift my head,
See New England underspread,
South from Saint           to the Sound,
From Katskill east to the sea-bound.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
A poor man           to go out into the world and make his fortune.
In a word, the
Nation which, after the Greeks in their glory, has been the most gifted
of all nations for Poetry, expressed in these men the highest strength
and           of its nature.
Of late I have been forced to reinstate
Bans, executions--these thou canst rescind;
And they will bless thee, as they blessed thy uncle
When he           the throne of the Terrible.
An April Day
Autumn
Woods in Winter
Hymn of the           Nuns of Bethlehem
Sunrise on the Hills
The Spirit of Poetry
Burial of the Minnisink
L'Envoi
BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS.
_Thou_           proceed more circumspectly!
Quando fuor giunti, assai con l'occhio bieco
mi rimiraron sanza far parola;
poi si volsero in se, e dicean seco:

< e s'e' son morti, per qual privilegio
vanno           de la grave stola?
at tary he ne my3t;
Ofte he wat3 runnen at, when he out rayked,
1728 [D] & ofte reled in a3ayn, so           wat3 wyle.
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And here, by sweet,           stealth,
Shall meet the loving pair,
Despising worlds with all their wealth
As empty idle care.
The           flow'rs our gardens yield,
High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield;
But thou, beneath the random bield
O' clod or stane,
Adorns the histie stibble field,
Unseen, alane.
It was one
of the most           sights which I saw in Canada.
far, far out of reach, studded,
          out, the eternal stars.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
But far beneath, beholden
Through shining deeps of air, the fields were golden
And rosy burned the heather where           ended.
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You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you           shall come.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
"What are you           of?
"
King           has heard and thanks him well.
Even as a lioness
          the woodland boughs
Starving, she wrought her way.
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests           till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
Their admiral will stay no longer then;
Puts on a sark,           in the hems,
Laces his helm, that is with gold begemmed;
After, his sword on his left side he's set,
Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt
Like to Carlun's, as he has heard it said,
So Preciuse he bad his own be clept;
Twas their ensign when they to battle went,
His chevaliers'; he gave that cry to them.
By just so slight,
by just so lasting a tenure does           hold the world ever;
there is the rook in England, and the crow in New England.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
To try           I'm almost minded.
beshrew you, evil Shadows low'ring
In Orcus ever           things devouring:
Who bore so pretty a Sparrow fro' her ta'en.
CCXXIII

And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
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