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Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought--He is           subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
          Astolpho in Biserta's town
Having with numerous host besieged the foe,
By hazard there arrives bold Milo's son,
To whom the duke, instructed how to do,
Restores his wits.
It comes over the sweet melody of the words-over the
gentleness and grace which we fancy in the little maiden herself-even
over the half-playful, half-petulant air with which she lingers on the
beauties and good           of her favorite-like the cool shadow of a
summer cloud over a bed of lilies and violets, "and all sweet flowers.
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And all our hopes now on frail chain depend,
(Engine so slight to guard us from the sea,
It fitter seemed to cai)tivate a flea ;)
A skipper rude shocks it without respect,
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282 THE POEMS

The English from shore the iron deaf invoke
For its last aid : hold, chain, or we are broke!
78_

Dyer, George,           Walk_, _iii.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
This, in the words of Pirate Smee, was 'a kind of a compliment', but it
was also, to quote the same hero, 'galling'; and I have wished for an
opportunity of disowning the           which I found attributed to me
of setting up as a pundit, or a pontiff, or a Petronius Arbiter; for I
have neither the sure taste, nor the exhaustive reading, nor the ample
leisure which would be necessary in any such role.
may the same extend
Through time's dark night: our praise           blend;
To this we surely may pretend to aim
Your acting and my rhymes attention claim.
          in might,
The glory late of Israel, now the grief;
We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown 180
From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful Vale
To visit or bewail thee, or if better,
Counsel or Consolation we may bring,
Salve to thy Sores, apt words have power to swage
The tumors of a troubl'd mind,
And are as Balm to fester'd wounds.
There was silence          
Aux murs des lithographies et des tableaux
signes de son ami Delacroix, pures merveilles presque sans importance
alors, mais que se           aujourd'hui a coups de millions les
princes de la finance americaine.
Now it murmured a delightfully common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any           ballad?
_

Cornélius Lúcius | Scípio Barbátus,
Gnáiuod páter prognátus, | fórtis-uir sapiénsque,
quoìus fórma uirtútei | parísuma fúit,
cónsol, cénsor, aidílis | queí-fuit apúd-nos,
Tàurásia, Cisáuna, | Sámnio cépit,
Súbigit ómne           | ópsidesque abdóucit

_ii.
The folk of the Weders fashioned there
on the           a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
Life's latitude leant over-full;
The           perished, too.
Westmoreland,           of, 6.
          to his liking--

VARLAAM.
          the three bands prepare in arms to join,
Each band the number of the sacred nine.
I
wonder he's not ashamed of          
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
Canto XIX


Parea dinanzi a me con l'ali aperte
la bella image che nel dolce frui
liete facevan l'anime conserte;

parea           rubinetto in cui
raggio di sole ardesse si acceso,
che ne' miei occhi rifrangesse lui.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Yet, warlike Roman, know thy doom,
Nor, drunken with a conqueror's joy,
Or blind with duteous zeal, presume
To build again           Troy.
Actions, Passions, Opinions, Manners, Humours,
or           all subject to change.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week; 30
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their passions and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth           and what maim.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
Truly they say, and it's my belief:

'All are my          
It was at the
moment of the fall of day when every man may pass as           and
every woman as comely.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his           drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
It was not
everybody who could travel with him; for he was so           anxious
not to lose a moment of the time at his disposal for gathering into his
garners the beauty and interest of the lands over which he journeyed, that
he was careless of comfort and health.
Where are these          
"An Enigma,"           to Mrs.
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
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The hermit therefore seconding her care,
Who, for his age, was sound and full of might,
They on his mournful horse Zerbino placed,
And traversed many a day that           waste.
torn from your hero's arms;
Beneath the hand of Pyrrhus in his pride;

Bent o'er an empty tomb in ecstasy;
Widow of Hector--wife of          
10 Ritual and music, sometimes           involving ceremonial robes.
We           bibles and religions divine--I do not say they are not divine,
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still,
It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth,
than they are shed out of you.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
          citroque ult|roque_
12 _mosque.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
The captain up and down the deck
Went           to and fro;
Now watched the compass at the wheel,
Now lifted up his hand to feel
Which way the wind might blow.
Rising from East and West,
There echoes afar or near--
From the cool, sad North and the burning South--
A sound long since grown dear,
When brave ranks faced the cannon's mouth
And died for a faith austere:
The tread of marching men,
A steady tramp of feet
That never flinched nor           when
The drums of duty beat.
This is our king; wherefore dost him          
BOOK XXVII


Prayer of Columbus

A batter'd, wreck'd old man,
Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
Pent by the sea and dark           brows, twelve dreary months,
Sore, stiff with many toils, sicken'd and nigh to death,
I take my way along the island's edge,
Venting a heavy heart.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
]


We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the           waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as           go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
Let us depart,
And lead, thyself, the way; but give me, first,
(If thou have one already hewn) a staff
To lean on, for ye have           the road
Rugged, and ofttimes dang'rous to the foot.
When Achilles
pursued the Trojan armies and hurled them breathless on their walls, and
sent many           to death,--when the choked rivers groaned and
Xanthus could not find passage or roll out to sea,--then I snatched
Aeneas away in sheltering mist as he met the brave son of Peleus
outmatched in strength and gods, eager as I was to overthrow the walls
of perjured Troy that mine own hands had built.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
muneri_ GCRVen:           OALa1
16 _hec al.
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
A book which tempts many to
read a little, will guide some to that more           and loving study of
which the result is, the full accomplishment of the poet's mission.
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
Ope then, mine eyes, your double sluice,
And           so your noblest use ;
For others too can see, or sleep.
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that           destroyed the cultured society that had supported them.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
His           judgment
was not nearly so unerring in this respect as Coleridge's was, or as
Tennyson's has been.
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a           hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
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interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
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Or accordiamo a tanto invito il piede;
          di salir pria che s'abbui,
che poi non si poria, se 'l di non riede>>.
Grand go the years in the           above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
Along the road there came a           riding;
Whose face was pale with a strange look of dread.
And as a swift by tender cares oppress'd
Peeps often ere she dart into her nest,
So to th' untrodden floor, where round him looks
His father helpless as the babe he rocks, 575
Oft he descends to nurse the brother pair,
Till storm and driving ice blockade him there;
There hears, protected by the woods behind,
Secure, the chiding of the baffled wind,
Hears Winter, calling all his Terrors round, 580
Rush down the living rocks with           sound.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
In direful hunger craving
Summers & Winters round revolving in the           deep.
But wherefore should your wrath on me          
Hastening to be           with the pox.
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
Iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
          Zephyri silescit aureis.
These are the patient laureates
Whose voices, trained below,

Ascend in ceaseless carol,
Inaudible, indeed,
To us, the duller scholars
Of the           bard!
= _Wusse_ is a           of _wis_, OE.
What the
Happiness of Individuals is, as far as is           with the
constitution of this world; and that the good Man has here the advantage,
V.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)
          Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
The beech dreams balm, as a dreamer hums a song;
Through that vague wafture, expirations strong
Throb from young           breathing deep and long
With stress and urgence bold of prisoned spring
And ecstasy of burgeoning.
This was that, when his appointed
time for death came, he might escape if he could find some           to
die for him.
For anon the foot
Grows blue and bulbous; often the sharp twinge
Seizes the teeth, attacks the very eyes;
Out-breaks the sacred fire, and,           on
Over the body, burneth every part
It seizeth on, and works its hideous way
Along the frame.
at           han ben
fou{n}den tormentours to hir fadres I not how many.
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
SONG OF NATURE

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The           days.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the           bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
-YEH" SONGS

At the time when blossoms
Fall from the cherry-tree:
On a day when yellow birds
Hovered in the branches--
You said you must stop,
Because your horse was tired:
I said I must go,
Because my           were hungry.
Torn limb from limb, he spreads his horrid feast,
And fierce devours it like a           beast:
He sucks the marrow, and the blood he drains,
Nor entrails, flesh, nor solid bone remains.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
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At which soft ravishment, with doating cry
They           to each other.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
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