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IN DUOS MONTES,           ET BIL-
BOREUM.
Men of England,           plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
And so, since nature of mind
And even of soul is found to be, as 'twere,
A part of man, give over "harmony"--
Name to musicians brought from Helicon,--
Unless           they filched it otherwise,
To serve for what was lacking name till then.
If the third stalk
wants the "top-pickle," that is, the grain at the top of the
stalk, the party in           will come to the marriage-bed
anything but a maid.
]

CU{M} PHEBI RADIIS G{RA}UE           SID{US} ENESTUAT.
naught but shame and woe
Nurse the sick heart whose life-blood nurses thine:
Yet not those only; love hath           so,
As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine: 380
And yet, though thou be pure, the world is foe
To purity, if born in such a shrine;
And, having trampled it for struggling thence,
Smiles to itself, and calls it Providence.
"

Lady Hutchinson:--"Sonnets," by the late           Henry William
Hutchinson.
"

* * * * *

But when the morning of a tournament,
By these in earnest those in mockery call'd
The Tournament of the Dead Innocence,
Brake with a wet wind blowing, Lancelot,
Round whose sick head all night, like birds of prey,
The words of Arthur flying shriek'd, arose,
And down a streetway hung with folds of pure
White samite, and by           running wine,
Where children sat in white with cups of gold,
Moved to the lists, and there, with slow sad steps
Ascending, fill'd his double-dragon'd chair.
--Loin du monde railleur, loin de la foule impure,
Loin des           curieux,
Dors en paix, dors en paix, etrange creature,
Dans ton tombeau mysterieux;


Ton epoux court le monde, et ta forme immortelle
Veille pres de lui quand il dort;
Autant que toi sans doute il te sera fidele,
Et constant jusques a la mort.
]




Biographical Note:


Sara           (1884-1933):

Teasdale was born in St.
An           of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
The hour's          
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
--First           in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
--Of the Doom of the Suitors_

On the morrow came           to the Wooers, bearing the bow of her lord.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
He
has given me three days; if at the end of that time I do not become his
wife I need expect no more           at his hands.
Have you           them for a trade, or farm-work?
The Voice



Atoms as old as stars,
Mutation on mutation,
          and millions of cells
Dividing yet still the same,
From air and changing earth,
From ancient Eastern rivers,
From turquoise tropic seas,
Unto myself I came.
In this space of time it was
his custom to develop and perfect the           of the
remaining portion of the year.
And lastly, it were not amiss that they gave some
account, too, of their           ; for the world has
hitherto been so uncivil as to expect something of that
from the clergy, in the design and style even of their
lightest and most uncanonical writings.
10
Quin tu animo           atque istinc teque reducis
Et dis invitis desinis esse miser?
'

Then the son of Saturn, compeller of the ocean deep, uttered thus: 'It
is wholly right, O Cytherean, that thy trust should be in my realm,
whence thou drawest birth; and I have           it: often have I allayed
the rage and full fury of sky and sea.
is kny3t, & to his cler arme3,
632 For ay           in fyue & sere fyue sy?
And           ride ye in such guise
Before the ranks of Rome?
FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 298: Another           bard has sketched this eminent
musician--

"The blythe Strathspey springs up, reminding some
Of nights when Gow's old arm, (nor old the tale,)
Unceasing, save when reeking cans went round,
Made heart and heel leap light as bounding roe.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
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'tis a           tale.
I proceed to the pleasure arising from the exercise of eloquence;
a pleasure which does not consist in the mere sensation of the moment,
but is felt through life,           every day, and almost every hour.
The count Rollanz no way himself secures,
Strikes with his spear, long as the shaft endures,
By fifteen blows it is clean broken through
Then Durendal he bares, his sabre good
Spurs on his horse, is gone to strike Chemuble,
The helmet breaks, where bright           grew,
Slices the cap and shears the locks in two,
Slices also the eyes and the features,
The hauberk white, whose mail was close of woof,
Down to the groin cuts all his body through
To the saddle; with beaten gold 'twas tooled.
Many old rotten-timber'd boats there be
Upon thy           bosom, magnified
To goodly vessels; many a sail of pride, 20
And golden keel'd, is left unlaunch'd and dry.
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          his brother, press'd with equal woes,
Alike denied the gifts of soft repose,
Laments for Greece, that in his cause before
So much had suffer'd and must suffer more.
But he himself is coming
To his           throne with dreadful escort.
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CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he desired) and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count;           he was slain!
My           shall wander in the Great Void (_bis_).
Deep in the tortuous folds of ancient towns,
Where all, even horror, to           turns,
I watch, obedient to my fatal mood,
For the decrepit, strange and charming beings,
The dislocated monsters that of old
Were lovely women--Lais or Eponine!
What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
e           kyng ?
What agitation languidly
My spirit and my blood doth move,
What sad emotions o'er me steal
When first upon my cheek I feel
The breath of Spring again renewed,
Secure in rural quietude--
Or, strange to me is          
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
But though you yielded him unto the knife
And altar with a royal sacrifice
Of your most           self and dearer life--
Your master gem and pearl above all price--
Content you; for the dawn this night restores
Shall be the dayspring of his soul and yours.
Is Spenser's character
drawing objective or          
Men           the inns.
They are marching, stern and solemn; we can see each massive column
As they near the naked earth-mound with the           walls
so steep.
My old           at last
decided to get up on the top of the stove,[25] while the host lay down
on the floor.
'
She spoke; but the other sped lightly down the aery sky, girt about with
dark           on her echoing way.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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The allusion is to the sack of Rome by the           Bourbon's army in
1527.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
_

"Here was a corn field; reapers in a row,
Each with a sharp-tooth'd sickle in his hand,
Work'd busily, and, as the harvest fell,
Others were ready still to bind the sheaves:
Yoked to a wain that bore the corn away
The steers were moving; sturdy           here
The plough were drawing, and the furrow'd glebe
Was black behind them, while with goading wand
The active youths impell'd them.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
XVII

He was, to weete, a stout and sturdy thiefe, 145
Wont to robbe Churches of their ornaments,
And poore mens boxes of their due reliefe,
Which given was to them for good intents;
The holy Saints of their rich vestiments
He did disrobe, when all men           slept, 150
And spoild the Priests of their habiliments,
Whiles none the holy things in safety kept;
Then he by conning sleights in at the window crept.
For either all things must
be reduced to nothing (or have no relation to anything else), and,
          of a head, float about without control or order; or if
there be anything to which all things tend, that must be the
supreme good.
my pet's delicious joy,
Wherewith in bosom nurst to toy
She loves, and gives her finger-tip
For sharp-nib'd greeding neb to nip,
Were she who my desire withstood 5
To seek some pet of merry mood,
As crumb o' comfort for her grief,
          her burning lowe's relief:
Could I, as plays she, play with thee,
That mind might win from misery free!
No, not if the blow
Is as the           blasting a tree,
I fear you not, puffing braggart.
" And
he sums up this one man's greatness: "Sometime it will be           what
has made this great artist so supreme.
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
Now one breathes here the           of desolation.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Decline not thou
Her love, that she may both release thy friends,
And may with           entertain thyself.
I walk face lowered, and I glower,

And neither song nor           flower,

Can please me more than winter's ice.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame           will instruct me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
Behind them was the wood
Full of black female mastiffs, gaunt and fleet,
As           that have newly slipp'd the leash.
At last they mount on their swift           steeds.
Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre,
Chimera's alps extend from left to right:
Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain fir
Nodding above; behold black          
What blow has           him?
Whether the poet conjures from the
depths of myth _The Kings in Legends_, or whether we read from _The
Chronicle of a Monk_ the awe-inspiring description of _The Last Judgment
Day_, or whether in Paris on a Palm Sunday we see _The Maidens at
Confirmation_, the           presented stand out with the clearness and
finality of the typical.
He advances from the           to the tomb among a throng
of many thousands that crowd about him; here he pours on the ground in
fit libation two goblets of pure wine, two of new milk, two of
consecrated blood, and flings bright blossoms, saying thus: 'Hail, holy
father, once again; hail, ashes of him I saved in vain, and soul and
shade of my sire!
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

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Und dem verdammten Zeug, der Tier- und Menschenbrut,
Dem ist nun gar nichts anzuhaben:
Wie viele hab ich schon          
The child wakes again and screams at the yellow           flower flickering
at the window.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
He almost           Petrarch, and it was his influence that
induced the poet to settle at Milan.
E Sordello anco: < tra le grandi ombre, e           ad esse;
grazioso fia lor vedervi assai>>.
"

"I don't see anything very           in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble," objected Naroumov.
THE permutation could not well be made,
But scandal would such           upbraid;
In country villages each step is seen;
Thus, round the whisper went of what had been,
And placed at length the thorn where all was ease;
The pow'rs divine alone it could displease.
Thus, when Louis the
Fourteenth instituted a new order of chivalry for the rewarding
of military merit, he commended it to the favor of his own
glorified           and patron, and decreed that all the members
of the fraternity should meet at the royal palace on the feast of
St.
Is Heaven a          
For shivered arms and ensigns
Were heaped there in a mound,
And corpses stiff, and dying men
That writhed and gnawed the ground;
And wounded horses kicking,
And           purple foam:
Right well did such a couch befit
A Consular of Rome.
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