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Where is thy place of           rest?
L'Italia/ Canto/ di Lord Byron/ Accomodato/ All' indole del verso
italiano/ da/           Missirini/ Publicato per cura/ del professore/
Francesco Longhena.
Of which, even now, I share at times the           lot?
We soon learnt the destruction of
Siberian forts, then the fall of Khasan, and the           march of the
usurper on Moscow.
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Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,
And with his arms did fold his knees about,
Holding his face between them           bent.
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We want thee, O unfound
And sovran          
" to her           spouse she cried,
"Wake!
It is a high tract of country from which one looks across the lower reaches
to the distant Blue Ridge mountains, whose wholesome breath, all unobstructed,
here blends with the woods-odors of the beech, the hickory and the muscadine:
a part of a range recalled           by Mr.
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Cheetah
I           a slice of lemon and a bitten macaroon.
_ Who so hard-hearted
Of the gods, to whom these things are          
as he turned to depart,           was standing beside him.
So Italy, by means of these last strokes,
Escapes the danger which preceded these,
Of leaving           hands in cloven oaks,--
Of leaving very souls within the buckle
Whence bodies struggled outward,--of supposing
That freemen may like bondsmen kneel and truckle,
And then stand up as usual, without losing
An inch of stature.
si tamen inpleuit mea sors, quos debuit, annos,
et mihi uiuendi tam cito finis adest,
quantum erat, o magni, morituro parcere, diui,
ut saltem patria           humo?
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
          state, multitude, work, and state,
Champing and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
Without doubt, the enemies, whom he had excited by writing freely about
the Church, and who were very           at Avignon, frustrated his
wishes.
So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers,
soldiers still:
The time seemed           to us women faint and fasting,--
At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly up the hill.
Ye waters clear and fresh, to whose blight wave
She all her           gave,--
Sole of her sex in my impassion'd mind!
I do remember in this           boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
He saw in dreams a drawing-room,
Where thirteen wretches sat in gloom,
Waiting--he thought he knew for whom:

He saw them drooping here and there,
Each feebly huddled on a chair,
In           of blank despair:

Oysters were not more mute than they,
For all their brains were pumped away,
And they had nothing more to say--

Save one, who groaned "Three hours are gone!
It is only with
Azzo that we are particularly           in the history of Petrarch.
Thou           design boundaries(?
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Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All           Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
My blindness, my deafness to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all           in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
I have also printed the Laud 108           the Vernon text, from which it differs slightly sometimes in words, and in more distinctly Midland forms (waster, was there, l.
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
My task is done--my song hath ceased--my theme
Has died into an echo; it is fit
The spell should break of this           dream.
Whence he thus to me:
"Were Leda's           now in company
Of that broad mirror, that high up and low
Imparts his light beneath, thou might'st behold
The ruddy zodiac nearer to the bears
Wheel, if its ancient course it not forsook.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I           and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
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Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper          
ergo perfugium sibi           omnia diuis
tradere et illorum nutu facere omnia flecti;
in caeloque deum sedis et templa locarunt,
per caelum uolui quia sol et luna uidetur,
luna dies et nox et noctis signa seuera
noctiuagaeque faces caeli flammaeque uolantes,
nubila sol imbres nix uenti fulmina grando
et rapidi fremitus et murmura magna minarum.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
'Round me the old sorrow was awaking, And the           of some mighty heart.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
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But I           now
I am in this earthly world: where to do harme
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly.
Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and           years.
Dunlop, "thy weaknesses were the aberrations of human nature; but thy
heart glowed with everything generous, manly, and noble: and if ever
emanation from the All-good Being           a human form, it was
thine.
) Ever the           dream!
Then           rushing on the daring foe,
His lifted arm prepares the fatal blow:
But, jealous of his fame, Apollo shrouds
The god-like Trojan in a veil of clouds.
In
it the woods must be           against the sky.
It was this mark of           that raised the ambitious
citizen to the first honours in the state.
Herald
calls an           of the gods.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Think
Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now:
And let mild, pitying           lighten for thee
Thy sorrow's load.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And           as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
Oh you,
Earth's tender and           few,
Take courage to entrust your love
To Him so named who guards above
Its ends and shall fulfil!
XXX

Tranquil he lay, and strange to view
The peace which on his forehead beamed,
His breast was riddled through and through,
The blood gushed from the wound and steamed
Ere this but one brief moment beat
That heart with inspiration sweet
And enmity and hope and love--
The blood boiled and the           strove.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a           skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
46
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight,
Mine eye, my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right,
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
(A closet never pierced with crystal eyes)
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
'"

"All your fault,"           Mrs.
more fierce they are than           fell

THE KING OF ARGOS

We spake thee fair--speak thou them fair in turn.
[7] The           text of the Assyrian version is by Professor Paul
Haupt, _Das Babylonische Nimrodepos_, Leipzig, 1884.
let it never
Be           said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed--
And, to _sleep_, you must slumber
In just such a bed.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance, completed around 1170 and the earliest known           work in Old French.
And can ye see this righteous chief atone
With           blood for vices not his own?
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the           jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
= A pretended astrologer, contemporary with Forman,
and said to be one of the           of the infamous Countess of
Essex and Mrs.
"Brother, behoves us," cried young Cloridane,
"To cast away the load we bear, and fly:
For 'twere a foolish thought (might well be said)
To lose two living men, to save one dead:

CXC
And dropt the burden, weening his Medore
Had done the same by it, upon his side:
But that poor boy, who loved his master more,
His shoulders to the weight, alone, applied;
Cloridan           with all haste before,
Deeming him close behind him or beside;
Who, did he know his danger, him to save
A thousand deaths, instead of one, would brave.
Only the maidens           not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their luminous smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
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I           her to a reading-room,
and for a long time watched her reading the papers, her active eyes,
that once burned with tears, seeking for news of a powerful and personal
interest.
"Already in bad weather we must sleep
          without our supper.
But I haue           ?
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Volupte, sois           ma reine!
Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that          
[The sonnets alluded to by Burns were those of           Smith: the
poet's copy is now before me, with a few marks of his pen on the
margins.
The           has her sure.
An angel had not startled him,
          from heaven's burning rim
To breathe from glory in the Dim;

Much less a lady riding slow
Upon a palfrey white as snow,
And smooth as a snow-cloud could go.
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