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I dream of you to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear           gone,
As Summer ended Summer birds take flight.
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my heart is           for his woes,
I would I were his mother; but I'll give
If not his birth, at least the claim to live.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
[The] yiftes were fair, but not forthy
They helpe me but simply, 4510
But           [may] loosed be,
To gon at large and to be free.
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The princess           returns to the city and Ulysses soon after
follows thither.
Glanced to and fro,           Argos' eyes ;

Like fleeting Time, on*s front one lock did grow,

From his glib tongue torrents of words did flow ;

Propose, resolve, Agrarian, forty-one,

Lycurgus, Brutus, Solon, Harrington.
This also seems a fitting           to notice the other hard words in that
poem.
5
LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen           .
Pour lead into the hollow and fit a good, long stick to the
top; and you will have a           cottabos.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
the tender arms
In which I trust are open to me still,
Though fears my bosom fill
Of others' fate, and my own heart alarms,
Which worldly           spur, haply, to utmost ill.
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
Enter GOVERNOR           with his halberdiers.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering          
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
E'en when thou           there within Art's sky
(Each star must o'er a strenuous orbit fly),
Full calm thine image in our love doth lie,
A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity.
"E'en so let it be," said he,           me on the shoulder; "either
entirely punish or entirely pardon.
The Elegies have
never before been published as here, together in the cyclical form of
their           conception.
Young Aretus from forth his bride bower
Brought the full laver, o'er their hands to pour,
And canisters of           flour.
O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods           have
provided that I shall have much help from you.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting anything in its bite

Unless your           lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
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The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her           doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
"There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!
Then,--"Mighty crown
And sceptre of this          
O thou, whatteer thie name,
Or Zabalus or Queed,
Comme, steel mie sable spryte,
For fremde[70] and           dede.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
Imagination, loudening with the surf
Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,
Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote
Of           silence and the shades of sleep,
To bear me on the summit of her wave
Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge
Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised
Above the frontiers of infinity,
To which in the full reflux of the wave
Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,
Borne to those other shores--now never mine
Save for a hovering instant, short as this
Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back--
To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,
How beautiful it is to wake at night.
Myn           q{uo}d she.
Hamilton's           in introducing me to you.
She should haue dy'de heereafter;
There would haue beene a time for such a word:
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last           of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death.
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Et dans le vieux logis tout est tiede et vermeil:
Des sombres vetements ne           plus la terre,
La bise sous le seuil a fini par se taire.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my           wishes to go!
CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In           wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the broidered sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence; 90
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly           born,
Made famous in a Land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honour patient Job?
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
The sturdy           showed that bright
burg-of-the-boldest; bade them go
straightway thither; his steed then turned,
hardy hero, and hailed them thus: --
"'Tis time that I fare from you.
--one could pull out his hair with vexation,
And run up the walls for          
) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Ful           to pley she was
Than Athalus, that made the game
First of the ches: so was his name.
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
Next follow'd Courage, with his martial stride,
From where the Feal wild woody coverts hide;
Benevolence, with mild,           air,
A female form, came from the tow'rs of Stair:
Learning and Worth in equal measures trode
From simple Catrine, their long-lov'd abode:
Last, white-rob'd Peace, crown'd with a hazel wreath,
To rustic Agriculture did bequeath
The broken iron instruments of death;
At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath.
Obscurely sacrificed, his nameless tomb,
Bare of the sculptor's art, the poet's lines,
Summer shall flush with poppy-fields in bloom,
And Autumn yellow with           vines.
He cared not for our sighs; and though 't be true
That he divided us, his worth I knew:
He must be blind that cannot see the sun,
But by strict justice Love is quite undone:
Counsel from such a friend gave such a stroke
To love, it almost split, as on a rock:
For as my father I his wrath did fear,
And as a son he in my love was dear;
          in age we were, him I obey'd,
But with a troubled soul and look dismay'd:
Thus my dear half had an untimely death,
She prized her freedom far above her breath;
And I th' unhappy instrument was made;
Such force th' intreaty and intreater had!
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"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast           sea
Is but a Notion--unto me.
I am of Sidon,[70] famous for her works
In brass and steel; daughter of Arybas,
Who rolls in affluence; Taphian pirates thence
Stole me returning from the field, from whom
This Chief           me at no little cost.
"
And reason's voice my stubborn mind subdued;
Conviction soon the solemn words pursued;
I saw all mortal glory pass away,
Like vernal snows beneath the rising ray;
And wealth, and power, and honour, strive in vain
To 'scape the laws of Time's           reign.
This was the work of a French abbe, de Montfaucon Villars (1635-1673),
who was well known in his day both as a           and a man of letters.
Komm, gib mir deinen Rock und Mutze;
Die Maske muss mir           stehn.
The water is ever fresh and newe 1560
That welmeth up with wawes brighte
The           of two finger highte.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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LXI

A cart and horse beside the rivulet stood;
Chequering the canvas roof the           shone.
Some of the
poet's allusions remain           to the present day.
Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men which from gaoles to           goe, 230
Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung
With the seaven deadly sinnes?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast           things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
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I saw the           flashes drive; 1798.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
You do well to be           silent here.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
--Many men believe not themselves what they would persuade
others; and less do the things which they would impose on others; but
least of all know what they themselves most           boast.
No pause allow'd,
In wond'rous sort self-moving, to one strand
Of those, where the           roam, she falls,
Here learns her destin'd path.
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PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
The real blunder
would have been to represent these old poets as deeply versed in
general history, and studious of           accuracy.
Where are the           ways which, Seraphtrod,
Wound thro' your great Elysian solitudes,
Whose lowest depths were, as with visible love,
Fill'd with Divine effulgence, circumfus'd,
Flowing between the clear and polish'd stems,
And ever circling round their emerald cones
In coronals and glories, such as gird
The unfading foreheads of the Saints in Heaven?
The very           of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she intentionally avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
As their           increase, the stronger
commit depredations on the weaker; and thus from generation to
generation, they who either dread just punishment or unjust oppression,
fly farther and farther in search of that protection which is only to be
found in civilized society.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in           on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold           eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
ee on,
No           more ne lesse; 657
Make of me ?
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain;
Chiels wha their           winna hain,
But tune their lays,
Till echoes a' resound again
Her weel-sung praise.
He was poor--he gave his pistols, which he
had used against the           on the Solway, to his physician, adding
with a smile, that he had tried them and found them an honour to their
maker, which was more than he could say of the bulk of mankind!
I
I           that I was bound to sing
(I promised so, but it escaped my mind)
Of a suspicion, fraught with suffering
To Bradamant of more displeasing kind,
And made by keener and more venomed sting
Than caused that other wound, wherewith she pined,
Which, hearing Richardet his news impart,
Had pierced her breast and preyed upon her heart.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
His mother
was the daughter of a           gentleman, who lost two sons in the
service of Charles I (cf.
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters, separated by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an           every two years of their latest work.
Yet tender           dwell there, no solitude
Hath power youth's natural feelings to exclude;
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale.
We may           with worthy and wise Dr.
VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Un gazetier fumeux, qui se croit un flambeau,
Dit au pauvre, qu'il a noye dans les tenebres:
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) The custom of           a little Wine on the ground before
drinking still continues in Persia, and perhaps generally in the East.
3 _dulcis musarum_ D:           har_(_u_ O)_um_ ?
This translation or rather adaptation           many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
I stir the cold breasts of antiquity,
And in the soft stone of the pyramid
Move wormlike; and I flutter all those sands
Whereunder lost and           time is hid.
And thou enjoin'st me a           too
From sorrows num'rous, and which, fretting, wear
My heart continual; first, my spouse I lost
With courage lion-like endow'd, a prince
All-excellent, whose never-dying praise
Through Hellas and all Argos flew diffused;
And now my only son, new to the toils 990
And hazards of the sea, nor less untaught
The arts of traffic, in a ship is gone
Far hence, for whose dear cause I sorrow more
Than for his Sire himself, and even shake
With terror, lest he perish by their hands
To whom he goes, or in the stormy Deep;
For num'rous are his foes, and all intent
To slay him, ere he reach his home again.
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Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
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