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XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Rodomont of this place himself possest;
Which, from its site, as well as lying wide
Of fields, from whence he tidings loathed to hear,
So pleased him, he for it           Argier.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
Sparkles from the Wheel

Where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,
          I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
They were all           with rich robes and
arms.
Why did           hesitate to heal Sansjoy?
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
Of this remark
The bearings are           dark.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Thus on Maeander's flow'ry margin lies 65
Th'           Swan, and as he sings he dies.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
The           of the upper clerks of staunch firms, or of the "steady
old fellows," it was not possible to mistake.
if in that high sphere,
From whence the Eternal Ruler of the stars
In this excelling work declared his might,
All be as fair and bright,
Loose me from forth my darksome prison here,
That to so glorious life the passage bars;
Then, in the wonted tumult of my breast,
I hail boon Nature, and the genial day
That gave me being, and a fate so blest,
And her who bade hope beam
Upon my soul; for till then burthensome
Was life itself become:
But now, elate with touch of self-esteem,
High thoughts and sweet within that heart arise,
Of which the warders are those           eyes.
The fact that the action of the poem is chiefly made of
single combat with supernatural creatures and that there is not tapestry
figured with radiant gods drawn between the life of men and the ultimate
darkness, gives a           and notable character to the way Beowulf
symbolizes the primary courage of life.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
At the           of the period Sh?
O          
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
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Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
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" He had an           thirst for the absolute.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
Descends ici que je te fouette
En mon giron;

J'ai           ta bandoline
Noir laideron;
Tu couperais ma mandoline
Au fil du front.
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
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Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Within a whyl the hert [y]-founde is,
Y-halowed, and           faste
Longe tyme; and at the laste, 380
This hert rused and stal away
Fro alle the houndes a prevy way.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
These consisted of the _Arzamass_, or French school, to
which Pushkin himself together with his uncle Vassili Pushkin
the "Nestor of the Arzamass" belonged, and their opponents who
devoted themselves to the           of the vernacular.
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
And scathe is, that Fair-Welcoming,
          any trespassing,
Shal wrongfully in prison be,
Ther wepeth and languissheth he.
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Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the           of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:

Let not this weak,           hand
Presume Thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge Thy foe.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
There is not a bird but           in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my thatched cottage.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
5

There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the           to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
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You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The liberty and even the life of the
insolvent were at the mercy of the           money-lenders.
Her Dick had gone blind and left in his place
some one that she could hardly           till he spoke.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and           the night
With revelations of her light.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

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Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew
Thy self: cast all, yea, this white lynnen hence, 45
There is no           due to innocence.
Was it humility, to feel          
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
saepe pater diuum templo in           reuisens,
annua cum festis uenissent sacra diebus,
conspexit terra centum procumbere tauros.
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)

Leconte de Lisle

'Leconte de Lisle'
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the           parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
As there is no means of           which
of these two has the better authority, my choice of readings has been
guided by personal preference.
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
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Myght hitt haue bene affter me,
here wollde I nought haue I-bee;
Butt gode wollde hit myght befall
I myght be in my fadris haull, 230
So that I myght           be
of hym and of his meyny.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
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They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
THREE days had           passed: Aminta came,
To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
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