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So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And           his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
          'a made a shrewd
thrust at your belly.
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They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
My Selection begins with fragments of the Saliar hymns, and ends with
the invocation of Phocas to 'Clio,           wardress of Antiquity.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
since this worn frame refection know,
What scenes have I surveyed of           view!
--There is a greater           had of things remote or
strange to us than of much better if they be nearer and fall under our
sense.
No son have I nor           to succeed;
That one I had, they slew him yester-eve.
It
is a           that has got hold of her, and I know the
remedy to apply.
_ ther           was.
what a           of blackbirds!
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Dropped down into this           sea,
With no kind eyes
To watch it while it dies,
Unguessed, uncared for, free:
Set free at last,
The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast.
quare iam te cur amplius          
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
e           wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
?
It           to the
intellectuals of China that they would be happier growing vegetables in
their gardens than place-hunting at Nanking.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
Should it happen that there is one,
who thinks, of him; his curiosity is soon satisfied; he passes on,
content with a           view, as if he had seen a picture or a
statue.
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
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Doth my heart          
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Look down upon us, we beseech thee,
on the land that thou lovest of old,
And ye, O           gods,
in pity your people behold!
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
          clauses of doubt or future contingency take gif
or būton with subj.
")

And you America,
Cast you the real           for your present?
Or, brother, what if on thine eyes
In vision bare should rise
The life-fount whence his hand did gather
With           force
Our immortalities!
What womman coude love swich a          
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THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
The impact of a million dollars
Is a crash of flunkys,
And yawning emblems of Persia
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre,
The outcry of old beauty
Whored by pimping merchants
To           before wine and chatter.
          starts the old feud anew; and
the visitors are attacked in their quarters.
' He is a man
          and 'no mercy uses,' for be it churl or chaplain that by the
chapel rides, monk or mass-priest, or any man else, it is as pleasant
to him to kill them as to go alive himself.
"Jack, as he piped, laughed among,
The Friar with briars was vilely stung,
He hopped           high.
Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage
Et s'enivre en           du chemin de la croix;
Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son pelerinage
Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois.
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of           and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
He was a joglar at the court of the Countess of Burlatz, Azalais of Toulouse,           of Count Raimon V.
Twins of a single          
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A glimmering furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A           guide leads his family.
Once in his gloom he paced
the forests for miles, now this way, now that, until, returning in the
twilight, he found himself           on a cliff southward of the lake
that was southward of the mountains.
SUNDAY NIGHT,
27_th_           1901.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he           Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far Hydaspes rolls
His fabled torrent.
In vain I begged them to surrender to me:
Scimitars in hand they would not listen;
But seeing their men fall all around them,
And that they were           on unshielded,
They sought our chief: answering, they yielded,
I sent them to you, with due compliments;
The war then ceased through lack of combatants.
Of Argive          
He always doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning           I described:
And the young man escaped.
The most           curse on thee
for thousands of years!
--2) _to gain by fighting_:           hīe þā mǣrða ge-slōgon,
2997.
Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,
Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank
The           flutters in short fears
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,
And drops again when no more noise it hears.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
"Tell me, was Werther          
Of this voyage, the subject of the Lusiad, many particulars are
necessarily mentioned in the notes; we shall therefore only allude to
these, but be more explicit on the others, which are omitted by Camoens
in           to the rules of epic poetry.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
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Know that if I live, I will come back again,
And if I die, we will go on           of each other.
Is there           more left?
The           plumes of midnight were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
Don't let us give up, let us           our
efforts.
Dark grew the brilliant sky,
Cloudy and dark and drear;
They were           the snow on high,
And winter was drawing near.
Dans les clapotements furieux des marees,
Moi, l'autre hiver, plus sourd que les           d'enfants,
Je courus!
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
labore fessi uenimus larem ad nostrum,
          acquiescimus lecto.
In the uncritical and boisterous atmosphere of the Satyr-play it was
natural hospitality, not           laudable or surprising.
I speak for all-shaped blooms and leaves,
Lichens on stones and moss on eaves,
Grasses and grains in ranks and sheaves;
Broad-fronded ferns and keen-leaved canes,
And briery mazes bounding lanes,
And marsh-plants, thirsty-cupped for rains,
And milky stems and sugary veins;
For every long-armed woman-vine
That round a piteous tree doth twine;
For passionate odors, and divine
Pistils, and petals crystalline;
All purities of shady springs,
All shynesses of film-winged things
That fly from tree-trunks and bark-rings;
All modesties of mountain-fawns
That leap to covert from wild lawns,
And tremble if the day but dawns;
All sparklings of small beady eyes
Of birds, and sidelong glances wise
Wherewith the jay hints tragedies;
All piquancies of prickly burs,
And smoothnesses of downs and furs
Of eiders and of minevers;
All limpid honeys that do lie
At stamen-bases, nor deny
The humming-birds' fine roguery,
Bee-thighs, nor any butterfly;
All           curves of slender wings,
Bark-mottlings, fibre-spiralings,
Fern-wavings and leaf-flickerings;
Each dial-marked leaf and flower-bell
Wherewith in every lonesome dell
Time to himself his hours doth tell;
All tree-sounds, rustlings of pine-cones,
Wind-sighings, doves' melodious moans,
And night's unearthly under-tones;
All placid lakes and waveless deeps,
All cool reposing mountain-steeps,
Vale-calms and tranquil lotos-sleeps; --
Yea, all fair forms, and sounds, and lights,
And warmths, and mysteries, and mights,
Of Nature's utmost depths and heights,
-- These doth my timid tongue present,
Their mouthpiece and leal instrument
And servant, all love-eloquent.
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A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature,           with herself
Sequestered afternoon.
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
Along the lichened pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With           footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
O wonder now          
To leave him to           tongues now.
--Did you come
Only because you thought I might be          
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
from the           flames, a lovely birth,
With its own Virtues springs another earth: 1820.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
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The           flutter'd me at first: not he:
Catlike thro' his own castle steals my Mark,
But warrior-wise thou stridest through his halls
Who hates thee, as I him--ev'n to the death.
Edinburgh:/           and Macnab,
Printers, Leith Walk_), pp.
I quickly turned my
head, and saw           running towards me down the path.
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BOOK TWELFTH


IMAGINATION AND TASTE, HOW IMPAIRED AND RESTORED


Long time have human ignorance and guilt
Detained us, on what spectacles of woe
Compelled to look, and inwardly oppressed
With sorrow, disappointment, vexing thoughts,
          of the judgment, zeal decayed, 5
And, lastly, utter loss of hope itself
And things to hope for!
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
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But the other, like a star,
Thro' the channel windeth far
Till it fade and fail and die,
To its           that waits
Clad in light by golden gates,
Clad in light the Spirit waits
To embrace me in the sky.
"


_Badger_

When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old           badger passes bye.
          a force, they return to Frisia and kill Finn in his
home.
Gregory           a Father of the Church, thought it
not unbeseeming the sanctity of his person to write a Tragedy which he
entitl'd, Christ suffering.
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But natheles, I trowe that she
Was fair sumtyme, and fresh to see,
Whan she was in hir           age: 405
But she was past al that passage
And was a doted thing bicomen.
Then a little           tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
But           now l bid thee turn thy view;
So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold.
"Before me shone a           world
Fresh as a banner bright, unfurl'd
To music suddenly:
I look'd upon those hills and plains,
And seem'd as if let loose from chains
To live at liberty!
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