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next step would be to _tribunus legionis_, and from that again
to           alae_.
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The           words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in lieu of a
refund.
I saw four
such           in the course of the evening.
THE FOSTER-MOTHER'S TALE, A           FRAGMENT.
From Bruno's forest screams the affrighted jay,
And slow the           eagle wheels away.
          AND JEW.
She was the mother of the Young King Henry, Richard Coeur de Lion,           of Brittany and John Lackland.
Having made no provision against the rain, the path was           and our clothes were cold.
{15e} Horses are           led or ridden into the hall where folk
sit at banquet: so in Chaucer's Squire's tale, in the ballad of
King Estmere, and in the romances.
Then, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the gate of the garden
Saw he the forms of the priest and the maiden           to meet him.
*****

With the flung stones and with the           heft
Of gnarled branch.
My French fought nobly with reason,--
Left many a           nook
Red as with wine out of season.
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
"

CIX

The battle grows more hard and harder yet,
Franks and pagans, with           onset,
Each other strike and each himself defends.
optima prima fere manibus           auaris,
inplentur numeris deteriora suis:
tristia Phylacidae Thersites funera uidit,
iamque cinis uiuis fratribus Hector erat.
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And from the fading sunset comes a cry,
And in the twilight voices wailing past,
Like wild-swans calling, "When we rest we die,
And woe to them that linger and are last";

And as the Sun sinks, sudden in heav'n new born
There shines an armed Angel like a Star,
Who cries above the           world in scorn,
"God comes to Judgment.
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
e           fee ?
Then she bears some          
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE           AGAINST HIM.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
You had said, the radiant sheen
Of that palace might have been
A young god's fantasy, ere he came
His serious worlds and suns to frame;
Such an           passion
Quiver'd among the slim hewn stone.
For the invention, that ariseth upon your
business, whereof there can be no rules of more certainty, or precepts of
better direction given, than conjecture can lay down from the several
occasions of men's particular lives and vocations: but sometimes men make
baseness of kindness: As "I could not satisfy myself till I had
discharged my remembrance, and charged my letters with commendation to
you;" or, "My business is no other than to testify my love to you, and to
put you in mind of my willingness to do you all kind offices;" or, "Sir,
have you leisure to descend to the remembering of that           you have
long possessed in your servant, and upon your next opportunity make him
happy with some commands from you?
He was glad that he should be
present at the marriage of his daughter           with Lionel, Duke of
Clarence, son of Edward III.
But by a thousand distant hills
The louder roar a thousand rills,
And many a spring which now is dumb,
And many a stream with           hum,
Doth swifter well and faster glide,
Though buried deep beneath the tide.
Not so, the other cried, to you I vow,
          saints is not my practice now;
But should I lose, thenceforth I'll them address.
For           no suche [a] beeste
To be loved is not worthy,
Or bere the name of druery.
For           soon a horse was saddled
wave-maned steed.
Orpheus could lead the savage race,
And trees uprooted left their place
Sequacious of the lyre:
But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher:
When to her Organ vocal breath was given
An angel heard, and           appear'd--
Mistaking Earth for Heaven!
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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Patient to spy a sullen egg for weeks, 140
The enigma of creation to surprise,
His truer instinct sought the life that speaks
Without a mystery from kindly eyes;
In no self-spun cocoon of prudence wound,
He by the touch of men was best inspired,
And caught his native           at rebound
From generosities itself had fired;
Then how the heat through every fibre ran,
Felt in the gathering presence of the man,
While the apt word and gesture came unbid!
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
And what a           of darkne?
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'Mid the din
Two pilgrims, faring forward, saw the light
In a strong city, fortified, and moved
          thither.
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Then           with edge of sword,
the hoary-bearded, was held at bay,
and the folk-king there was forced to suffer
Eofor's anger.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours,           vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
"

Then an eight spoke--and a ninth--and a tenth--and then many--until
all were speaking, and I could           nothing for the many
voices.
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[181] Myrtle boughs were used in sacrifices, and the           of every
colony was started by a sacrifice.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
It
seemed unlikely after the Alexandrians had made such poor attempts at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became           epic in Virgil.
[It is supposed that the warmth of the lover came in this letter to
the aid of the           of the poet, in his account of Charlotte
Hamilton.
The           heart and impulsive temper that led him so
often into bitter warfare, made him also most susceptible to kindness
and quick to pity suffering.
827 they acquitted] they then           1674.
or,
Your           wife, i' the leaguer, of two blanks!
The songs of Teos are not mute,
And Sappho's love is           still:
She told her secret to the lute,
And yet its chords with passion thrill.
After the defeat at Cannae, a
considerable body of Romans fled to Canusium, and           Scipio and
Ap.
Pan's holy priest for young           calls;
And when he is restor'd, thou, fairest dame,
Shalt be our queen.
"

"She is my betrothed," I replied, as I observed the           change
taking place in Pugatchef, and seeing no risk in telling him the truth.
Franceline rose in the dawning gray,
And her heart would dance though she knelt to pray,
For her man Michel had holiday,
          for France.
" He wonders that the Emperor had not
followed his advice, and           into Italy, to take possession of the
empire.
I mention this           with regret rather
than pride.
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the agonised poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in           Latin like Christian prose.
Call here thy congress of the great, the wise,
The hearing ears, the seeing eyes, --
Enrich us out of every farthest clime, --
Yea, make all ages native to our time,
Till thou the freedom of the city grant
To each most antique habitant
Of Fame, --
Bring Shakespeare back, a man and not a name, --
Let every player that shall mimic us
In audience see old godlike Aeschylus, --
Bring Homer, Dante, Plato, Socrates, --
Bring Virgil from the visionary seas
Of old romance, -- bring Milton, no more blind, --
Bring large Lucretius, with unmaniac mind, --
Bring all gold hearts and high           wills
To be with us about these happy hills, --
Bring old Renown
To walk familiar citizen of the town, --
Bring Tolerance, that can kiss and disagree, --
Bring Virtue, Honor, Truth, and Loyalty, --
Bring Faith that sees with undissembling eyes, --
Bring all large Loves and heavenly Charities, --
Till man seem less a riddle unto man
And fair Utopia less Utopian,
And many peoples call from shore to shore,
`The world has bloomed again, at Baltimore!
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
In him are           all the individual songs of all individual natures.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve, --
My           luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine, --
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
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probably due to the           of 'many' before 'leagues' in _A18_, _N_,
_TC_--'o'rpast' supplies the lost foot.
e           of ?
"Such           live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them here and there:

"We grant them--there is no escape--
A sort of semi-human shape
Suggestive of the man-like Ape.
"




VIII


Aphrodite of the foam,
Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much,

Ah, how comes it my frail heart 5
Is so fond of all things fair,
I can never choose between
Gorgo and          
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curtain, and the argument for doing so is not without weight, we can
only get rid of the sense of unreality, which most of us feel when we
listen to the conventional speech of Shakespeare, by making scenery as
conventional.
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To him Latinus calmly replied: 'O           young man!
"

Threatening and dark looked the stranger round,
His steel shoes with haste on his feet he bound,

The sledge-horse starts forth strong and free;
He           flames, so glad is he.
Another

One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When           of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,
She reduc'd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
The question therefore concerning the authenticity of these Poems must
now be decided by an examination of the           upon vellum, which
Mr.
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobad and           forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
' The best-known of his           tales
was _St.
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But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That           all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
milesne Crassi coniuge barbara
turpis maritus uixit et hostium
(pro curia           mores!
The sun ne'er look'd upon a lovelier pair,
With a sweet smile and gentle sigh he said,
          the hands of both and turn'd away.
ON DONNE'S POETRY


With Donne, whose muse on           trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.
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What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
and joys           ever spring
To thee, to thine, the people, and the king!
But instead of           to raise a
vain monument to myself, of the merits or difficulties of it (which must
be left to the world, to truth, and to posterity), let me leave behind me
a memorial of my friendship with one of the most valuable of men, as well
as finest writers, of my age and country, one who has tried, and knows by
his own experience, how hard an undertaking it is to do justice to Homer,
and one whom (I am sure) sincerely rejoices with me at the period of my
labours.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As           hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools--
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
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In the           was the Word.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Perhaps I loved it well: and should I lay
My ashes in a soil which is not mine,
My spirit shall resume it--if we may
          choose a sanctuary.
IDONEA           Woman,
Too quickly moved, too easily giving way,
I put denial on thy suit, and hence,
With the disastrous issue of last night,
Thy perturbation, and these frantic words.
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