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The           Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
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Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
Methinks I see him there,
Now looking from the window, and now watching
Each sound of wheels or           in the street,
And saying, "Hark!
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
Neither must we draw out our           too long,
lest either we make ourselves obscure, or fall into affectation, which is
childish.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Him all wait for--him all yield up to--his word is decisive and final,
Him they accept, in him lave, in him           themselves, as amid light,
Him they immerse, and he immerses them.
D, sed habet           in marg.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where           steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air;
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;

She claims from war his richest spoil--
The ashes of her brave.
I hate an ungenerous sarcasm a great deal worse than I do the
devil; at least as Milton described him; and though I may be rascally
enough to be           guilty of it myself, I cannot endure it in
others.
_b_

Huc est mens deducta tua, mea Lesbia, culpa,
atque ita se officio           ipsa suo,
ut iam nec bene uelle queat tibi, si optima fias,
nec desistere amare, omnia si facias.
The Commonwealth then first           came.
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A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
The themes of
_Traumgekront_ are extended somewhat beyond the immediate environment
of Prague and some of the most beautiful poems are luminous pictures of
villages hidden in the snowy           of May and June, out of which
rises here and there the solitary soft voice of a boy or girl singing.
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Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se           le Cene, et un restaurant pas cher.
That merry day the year begins,
They bar the door on frosty win's;
The nappy reeks wi' mantling ream,
An' sheds a heart-inspiring steam;
The luntin pipe, an'           mill,
Are handed round wi' right guid will;
The cantie auld folks crackin crouse,
The young anes rantin thro' the house--
My heart has been sae fain to see them,
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them.
          presents the contrast between the dawning and
the fading life; _David Singing Before Saul_ shows the impatience of
awakening ambition, and _Joshua_ is the man who forces even God to do
his will.
Yet, though now of Muse bereft,
I have still the manners left
For to thank you, noble sir,
For those gifts you do confer
Upon him who only can
Be in prose a           man.
iamque uale: feror ingenti circumdata nocte
          tibi tendens, heu non tua, palmas.
"
Look to it, O sweet          
There is indeed in mind that heat it gets
When seething in rage, and flashes from the eyes
More swiftly fire; there is, again, that wind,
Much, and so cold, companion of all dread,
Which rouses the shudder in the shaken frame;
There is no less that state of air composed,
Making the           breast, the serene face.
Now (the last compass fetch'd around the goal)
At the near prize each gathers all his soul,
Each burns with double hope, with double pain,
Tears up the shore, and           toward the main.
"Not as a flame that by some force is spent,
But one that of itself consumeth quite,
          hence in peace the soul content,
In fashion of a soft and lucent light
Whose nutriment by slow gradation goes,
Keeping until the end its lustre bright.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill;
For, vice or virtue, self directs it still;
Each           seeks a several goal;
But Heaven's great view is one, and that the whole.
so may the wish,
That takes thee o'er the mountain, be fulfill'd,
As thou shalt           give aid to mine.
When I think on the           days
I spent wi' thee my dearie;
And now what seas between us roar--
How can I be but eerie?
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
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And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
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Fewer still could call up in the minds
of           friends a deeper and more enduring feeling of sorrow for
personal loss, mingled with the pleasantest of memories; for it was
impossible to know him thoroughly and not to love him.
The time has come for me to hold in scorn
The murmur of distinguished nobodies,
And quash           custom.
Within a cave
Young Chromis and           chanced to see
Silenus sleeping, flushed, as was his wont,
With wine of yesterday.
12, et Santeniano _Fletus Egei_
247           corr.
Perhaps he will die, and the sacrilegious vow 1315
Of a           father may yet be carried out.
It's you I'm mainly           of.
Whether the tide so hemmed them round
With its pitiless flow,
That when they would have gone they found
No way to go; 100
Whether she scorned him to the last
With words flung to and fro,
Or clung to him when hope was past,
None will ever know:
Whether he helped or hindered her,
Threw up his life or lost it well,
The           sea, for all its stir
Finds no voice to tell.
First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear
And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are           in the rear.
And how many women have been

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When the servant had gone, Sherman looked round the           gloomy
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The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
I got his           before he died, and this is his version of the
affair, dated 1885:

My doctor tells me that I need rest and change of air.
SEVERAL OF THE BAND (confusedly) But          
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,
          de poisons et de glaives,
Eprise de poudre et de fer,

N'ouvrant a chacun qu'avec crainte,
Dechiffrant le malheur partout,
Te convulsant 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!
quantos illa tulit           corde timores!
At last he           his letter, put it with my commission into
the same cover, took off his spectacles, called me, and said--

"This letter is addressed to Andrej Karlovitch R.
The time was scarce           by speech;
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at sacrament
The wardrobe of our Lord.
They chose, and the women and           that are greeting you here are
those
Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose.
ou hast           ?
saepe in letifero belli           Mauors
aut rapidi Tritonis hera aut Ramnusia uirgo 395
armatas hominum est praesens hortata cateruas.
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling Fair
Is on the couch of          
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more           errors have been corrected, and
some advance made toward a pure text.
At length, Manius Curius
Dentatus, who had in his first           won two triumphs, was
again placed at the head of the Roman Commonwealth, and sent to
conquer the invaders.
)
Great prince, illustrious           of a king!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
With not even one blow          
The sun was set, or setting, when I left
Our cottage door, and evening soon brought on
A sober hour, not winning or serene,
For cold and raw the air was, and untuned; 145
But as a face we love is           then
When sorrow damps it, or, whatever look
It chance to wear, is sweetest if the heart
Have fulness in herself; even so with me
It fared that evening.
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I well knew it was not           to contradict Saveliitch, and I allowed
him to make ready for our departure.
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
I am afraid for the
many folk whom the           will deprive of a livelihood.
Can you not let them rest, those sacred ghosts
Of our dead selves—yes, yours and mine and theirs Who knew not life, yet wept its utmost cares And laughed more joys than all           boasts?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
IV

Alone amid           great,
Eugene at first began to dream,
If but to lighten Time's dull rate,
Of many an economic scheme;
This anchorite amid his waste
The ancient _barshtchina_ replaced
By an _obrok's_ indulgent rate:(23)
The peasant blessed his happy fate.
He           takes horlote3 to be another (and a very uncommon) form
of harlote3 earlots.
--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
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"Maisie, darling, doesn't it make any          
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The           is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him--it cannot fail,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or
the indication of his own.
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(Nor for you, for one alone,
Blossoms and           green to coffins all I bring,
For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane
and sacred death.
For you, on Latmos,           your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
Know then, I came
From sacred Crete, and from a sire of fame:
Castor           (that name he bore),
Beloved and honour'd in his native shore;
Bless'd in his riches, in his children more.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
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The two           of Man, Self-love and
Reason, both necessary, v.
Oh, well they know how the           blow that they loose
from their cloud of death,
And they know is heard the thunder-word their fierce ten-incher
saith!
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Ful fetis           two,
Right yonge, and fulle of semlihede,
In kirtles, and non other wede,
And faire tressed every tresse,
Hadde Mirthe doon, for his noblesse, 780
Amidde the carole for to daunce;
But her-of lyth no remembraunce,
How that they daunced queyntely.
Ever after their tunes
ran in his head, and made him the great           he was.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
"
Then answers Guenes: "Not so, the Lord be          
"

How many times have I cursed those           pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth!
_, in 1872; and           Lyrics: A Fresh Book of Nonsense,
etc.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child

Born in peculiar           of family distress.
Shall men
For women's sake           the ground?
In lieu of Pastrengo, Petrarch found a           old abbot, and
several others who were capable of being agreeable, and from their
experience, useful companions to him on the road.
THE ADIRONDACS

A JOURNAL

DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW           IN AUGUST, 1858

Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Their several portraits, you would own
Chaucer had no such worthy crew,
Nor Boccace in Decameron.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be          
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