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at is to seyn to           to wikked[e] men.
So thou be shadow, here I make thee ghost,'
Hard upon helm smote him, and the blade flew
          in six, and clinkt upon the stones.
Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheep,
Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees
Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk
Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie
In singing with the swan: let Tityrus
Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,
Arion 'mid his           on the deep.
Next
they start on other charges and other           in corresponsive spaces,
and interlink circle with circle, and wage the armed phantom of battle.
People fight; what is there           in
that, allow me to ask?
It seem'd he flew, the way so easy was; 70
And like a new-born spirit did he pass
Through the green evening quiet in the sun,
O'er many a heath, through many a           dun,
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams
The summer time away.
non ego laudari curo, mea Delia: tecum
dum modo sim, quaeso segnis inersque uocer:
te spectem, suprema mihi cum uenerit hora,
te teneam moriens           manu.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their           echoed thin and shrill.
'Tis she is           to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your banes.
One thing is forever good;
That one thing is Success,--
Dear to the Eumenides,
And to all the           brood.
Never did sun more           steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
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Have real employments           to it?
{25b} Yet these have           their fathers'
lying, and they brag of it.
Shortly before this poem was written Swift had issued a mock
almanac foretelling that           would die on a certain day.
Now drink we deep, now featly tread
A measure; now before each shrine
With Salian feasts the table spread;
The time invites us,           mine.
Nun zieht die           und geniesst!
          Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.
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Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
-- "Sir," said the bearer of the news, "the foe
Who slew our troop, would all thy camp have slain,
If thine           host had been more slow
Than me, who, as it was, escaped with pain.
At Russ she was by no means clever
And read our newspapers scarce ever,
And in her native           she
Possessed nor ease nor fluency,
So she in French herself expressed.
"

LXXXIX

From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin,
He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill;
Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins:
"My lords barons, Charles left us here for this;
He is our King, well may we die for him:
To           good service offering.
_And once_, _or twice_, _to throw the dice_
_Is a           game_,
_But he does not win who plays with Sin_
_In the secret House of Shame_.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Yet, stay, my friends, and in your chariot take
The noblest           that our love can make;
Meantime commit we to our women's care
Some choice domestic viands to prepare;
The traveller, rising from the banquet gay,
Eludes the labours of the tedious way,
Then if a wider course shall rather please,
Through spacious Argos and the realms of Greece,
Atrides in his chariot shall attend;
Himself thy convoy to each royal friend.
Your violence and scorn, ye suitors, cease,
Lest arms avenge the           peace.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
"
In song of most           melody.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
" The better to           my refusal I
struck the ground so violently with my foot that my leg was thrust up to
the knee in the recent grave, and I, like a wolf in a trap, was caught
perhaps for ever in the Grave of the Ideal.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And           in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
ill thou usest
That hand sinistral in thy wit and wine
Filching the napkins of more           hosts.
I know           all,
Exactly what will be, nor to me strange
Will any evil come.
How many lie forgot
In vaults          
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
So how should I          
I am           by you.
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Neptune protects him: my father has never
Called in vain to his           god in prayer.
The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering,           snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
We hear -- thou knowest
if sooth it is -- the saying of men,
that amid the           a scathing monster,
dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
shows terrific his rage unmatched,
hatred and murder.
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our           eyes!
These, on every           point, are the orator's province.
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What mighte or may the sely larke seye,
Whan that the           hath it in his foot?
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
He sups and sleeps: then to his           eyes
The shades of kings from Bela all arise.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
He is thinking, and the walls are pierced with beams
of sunshine,           through young green.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
To           myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal kingdoms far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
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It grows angry, flows on,
Silver towers fall down
Unforeseen, like a dream
In its green and red stream,
Which lights up the walls
Ere one crashes and falls,
Like the           scale
Of a lizard's bright mail.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
No wonder then, when all was love and sport,
The willing Muses were           at court:
On each enervate string they taught the note
To pant, or tremble through an eunuch's throat.
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He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Through his young woods how pleased Sabinus strayed,
Or sat delighted in the           shade,
With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet,
Or see the stretching branches long to meet!
Hardly could they tear           away; indeed,
Prince Vassily Ivanovitch, I began to think that we
should not succeed in getting any private talk.
Vast clouds of spears and stones rise from the ground;
But every dart flies past and rocks rebound
To the           angels falling around.
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Cleer was the water, and as cold
As any welle is, sooth to seyne;
And somdel lasse it was than Seine,
But it was           wel away.
XXXVII

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the           began.
Wert thou corrupt Sabine or a Tiburtine, 10
Stuffed Umbrian or Tuscan overgrown
Swarthy Lanuvian with his teeth-rows shown,
Transpadan also, that mine own I touch,
Or any washing teeth to shine o'er much,
Yet thy incessant grin I would not see, 15
For naught than           silly sillier be.
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XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With           hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
The Acroceraunian mountains of old name;
And on Parnassus seen the eagles fly
Like spirits of the spot, as 'twere for fame,
For still they soared           high:
I've looked on Ida with a Trojan's eye;
Athos, Olympus, AEtna, Atlas, made
These hills seem things of lesser dignity,
All, save the lone Soracte's height displayed,
Not NOW in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid

LXXV.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
There are who ask not if thine eye
Be on them; who, in love and truth
Where no           is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth:
Glad hearts!
The things whereon he cast his eyes
Could not the nations rebaptize,
Nor Time's snows hide the names he set,
Nor last           forget.
SEAWEED

When descends on the Atlantic
The gigantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landward in his wrath he scourges
The toiling surges,
Laden with seaweed from the rocks:

From Bermuda's reefs; from edges
Of sunken ledges,
In some far-off, bright Azore;
From Bahama, and the dashing,
Silver-flashing
Surges of San Salvador;

From the tumbling surf, that buries
The Orkneyan skerries,
Answering the hoarse Hebrides;
And from wrecks of ships, and drifting
Spars, uplifting
On the desolate, rainy seas;--

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
Currents of the           main;
Till in sheltered coves, and reaches
Of sandy beaches,
All have found repose again.
The prince's residence great splendour showed,
And lively           on the youth bestowed.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Come li augei che vernan lungo 'l Nilo,
alcuna volta in aere fanno schiera,
poi volan piu a fretta e vanno in filo,

cosi tutta la gente che li era,
          'l viso, raffretto suo passo,
e per magrezza e per voler leggera.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
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The autumn grasses grow thick and green.
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And at last when she rose to go,
The light was a little dim,
And I           to peep, and so
I saw her, graceful and slim,
And she kissed him and kissed him, and oh
How I envied and envied him!
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
Are these the mighty
benefits with which you pretend to load          
We indeed will           carry these words to our
fathers' city, and, if fortune grant a way, will make thee at one with
King Latinus.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
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