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Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
The
place that ye press to is           full perilous, and there dwells a
man in that waste the worst upon earth, for he is stiff and stern and
loves to strike, and greater is he than any man upon middle-earth, and
his body is bigger than the best four in Arthur's house.
His words were the following:--

"Laura,           for her virtues, and for a long time celebrated in
my verses, for the first time appeared to my eyes on the 6th of April,
1327, in the church of St.
"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
At last           came out of the house.
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Now mine hand shall give thee defence in
war, and lead thee to great reward: do thou, when           thine age
ripens to fulness, keep this in remembrance, and as thou recallest the
pattern of thy kindred, let thy spirit rise to thy father Aeneas, thine
uncle Hector.
O wonder now          
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the pleasure of its           love.
) _flush_, in the
latter case           to avoid confusion with _flesh_.
"

The tread of the troops on the           throbbed
Like a woman's heart of its last joy robbed,
As she lifted her boy to the flag, and sobbed:
"_Vive la France!
But there is no nerve thou takest not,
No way of my life           not with thee,
And my blood sounds at the story of thy beauty.
But hurry, hurry, bestir          
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The Germans, I am apt to believe, derive their original from no other
people; and are nowise mixed with different nations arriving amongst
them: since anciently those who went in search of new dwellings,
travelled not by land, but were carried in fleets; and into that mighty
ocean so boundless, and, as I may call it, so           and forbidding,
ships from our world rarely enter.
MEPHISTOPHELES (fur sich):
Nun mach ich mich           fort!
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns,
My wailing          
Through helmet plumes the arrows flit,
And plated breasts the           split.
What is beyond the mean is ever ill:
_'Tis best to feed Love, but not overfill_;
Go then           to the bed of pleasure,
And this remember, _virtue keeps the measure_.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's wandering foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the           stalls.
The gilded youth flocked around him,           society, preferring the
charms of faro to those of their sweethearts.
I kept on hearing a voice calling:
Out of Nowhere, Nothing           "yes.
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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           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 whirlwind sound.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
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All the stars except one star
With their brighter kinder faces,
And using heaven's own tune in hymning,
While deep response from earth's own mountains ran,
"Peace upon earth,           to man.
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He said; and, straining, heaved him off the ground
With           strength; that time Ulysses found
The strength to evade, and where the nerves combine
His ankle struck: the giant fell supine;
Ulysses, following, on his bosom lies;
Shouts of applause run rattling through the skies.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

          of Jeremiah, 15th Chap.
With silent lips of fear
Would Medicine mumble low, the while she saw
So many a time men roll their eyeballs round,
Staring wide-open,           of sleep,
The heralds of old death.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
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And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon           I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
eroute,
& mony a-venture in vale, &           ofte,
?
e alder he haylses,           ful lowe,
?
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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IV

Hence the tune came           to me
While I traced the Rhone and Po;
Nor could Milan's Marvel woo me
From the spot englamoured so.
A Friar, who           simples in the wood,
A grey-haired man--he loved this little boy,
The boy loved him--and, when the Friar taught him,
He soon could write with the pen: and from that time,
Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.
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XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws,           their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
Gorgeous youths, Companions of the Hose (_della
calza_), in jackets of crimson velvet, with slashed sleeves lined with
squirrel fur,           and followed the bridegroom's train.
_


Years of the          
Ed elli a me: < e d'iracundia van           il nodo>>.
]
Where's the old lady gone a          
"
Who didst the largess of our kingly court
Set down with           pen!
my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and          
A tide of           and unwonted bliss
Rolls back through all her pulses suddenly,
As if some seraph, who had learned to kiss
From the fair daughters of the world gone by,
Had wedded so his fallen light with hers,
Such sweet, strange joy through soul and body stirs.
an           oute of ?
Let Ireland tell, how wit upheld her cause,
Her trade supported, and supplied her laws;
And leave on Swift this           verse engraved:
'The rights a court attacked, a poet saved.
Al privily than shalt thou goon,
What [weder] it be, thy-silf aloon, 2650
For reyn, or hayl, for snow, for slete,
Thider she           that is so swete,
The which may falle aslepe be,
And thenkith but litel upon thee.
And left--her slender           to divine,
Alone a necklace wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
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i           vp ?
Ragged           with bare feet,
Whom the angels in white raiment
Know the names of, to repeat
When they come on you for payment.
O, this world's          
--Nay, nay,
It is too late to blow on the cold embers
Of this dispute; with all thy wits and firmness
Thou'lt not           him.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
Da mag sie denn sich ducken nun,
Im           Kirchbuss tun!
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most precious of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the           of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
n should have offered to           from the Hall.
An evil age           debased
The marriage-bed, the race, the home;
Thence rose the flood whose waters waste
The nation and the name of Rome.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un _mensonge,_
Plonger dans vos beaux yeux comme dans un beau songe,
Et sommeiller           a l'ombre de vos cils!
But           not 'gainst such a mate, O virgin.
She half           me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.
ornes
{and}           of talent?
Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again, if
you only would;
For I am almost sure I see her dimly           way I look.
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Five years glid by, and Brown, one day
(Which he'd got so fat that he wouldn't weigh),
Was a settin' down, sorter lazily,
To the           dinner you ever see,
When one o' the children jumped on his knee
And says, "Yan's Jones, which you bought his land.
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VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Lucretius indeed, with such material as Epicurus furnished, satisfied
himself with the theory of a vast machine           constructed,
and acting by a Law that implied no Legislator; and so composing
himself into a Stoical rather than Epicurean severity of Attitude, sat
down to contemplate the mechanical drama of the Universe which he was
part Actor in; himself and all about him (as in his own sublime
description of the Roman Theater) discolored with the lurid reflex of
the Curtain suspended between the Spectator and the Sun.
My dear babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small           up,
And bid us listen!
Old Nestor, rising then, the hero led
To his high seat: the chief refused and said:

"'Tis now no season for these kind delays;
The great           with impatience stays.
It forms           the _largest_
performance of our period in poetry.
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Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
So scared, so crowded is the wretched crew,
That many in Seine's           stream are drowned,
Agramant, who would form the band anew,
(With him Sobrino) scowers the squadrons round;
And with them every leader good combines
To bring the routed host within their lines.
He is the
_only_ artist who has hit           pastoral _costume.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
It's a year almost that I have not seen her:
Oh, last summer green things were greener,
          fewer, the blue sky bluer.
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That when his deare Duessa heard, and saw 100
The evil stownd, that           her estate,
Unto his aide she hastily did draw
Her dreadfull beast, who swolne with blood of late
Came ramping forth with proud presumpteous gate,
And threatned all his heads like flaming brands.
Roger Cooke, a now           writer, had published a
'Detection of the Court and State of England.
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