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She more           wants thy loss to fill.
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Therein lies much, nay
all; for what truly is this which we name _All_, but that which we do
_not_          
Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle;
Her           stowp as toom's a whissle;
An' damn'd excisemen in a bussle,
Seizin a stell,
Triumphant crushin't like a mussel,
Or limpet shell!
--Spectre with flashing eyes,
And art thou Satan come to us          
Then lord Anchises enwreathed a great bowl and filled it up with wine;
and called on the gods,           high astern .
They burnt a corpse upon the sand--
The light shone out afar;
It guided home the           boats
That beat from Zanzibar.
Thou callest          
The Emperor remitted the           of death and changed it
to one of perpetual exile at Yeh-lang.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
The young Frenchman first became           with Poe's
writings in 1846 or 1847--he gave these two dates, though several
stories of Poe had been translated into French as early as 1841 or 1842;
L'Orang-Outang was the first, which we know as The Murders in the Rue
Morgue; Madame Meunier also adapted several Poe stories for the reviews.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
I am much           to the King, your master.
Earth, air, sun, and rain are           enough; they were no better in
primeval centuries.
That word shall I (said he)           good, 575
Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy blood.
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush _would_ come o'er thee,
Though           around thee lay,
The world all love before thee.
),
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with
light,
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom be)
Shine          
"
Then indeed, borne down with dubious terror, I was motionless, my hair
stood up, and the accents           on my tongue.
To Old Age

I see in you the estuary that           and spreads itself grandly as
it pours in the great sea.
THE END


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To Manlius: written in affliction_

QVOD mihi fortuna casuque           acerbo
conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,
naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis
subleuem et a mortis limine restituam,
quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno
desertum in lecto caelibe perpetitur,
nec ueterum dulci scriptorum carmine Musae
oblectant, cum mens anxia peruigilat:
id gratum est mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,
muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris:
sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Manli,
neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,
accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,
ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.
She has a baby on her arm,
Or else she were alone;
And           the hay-stack warm,
And on the green-wood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among;
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So in mine own heart's despite
I crossed his           and sat drinking--he
And I old friends!
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
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Yet still his Antiphus he loves, he mourns,
And, as he stood, he spoke and wept by turns,

"Since great Ulysses sought the           plains,
Within these walls inglorious silence reigns.
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
And if Robin should be cast
Sudden from his turfed grave,
And if Marian should have 40
Once again her forest days,
She would weep, and he would craze:
He would swear, for all his oaks,
Fall'n beneath the           strokes,
Have rotted on the briny seas;
She would weep that her wild bees
Sang not to her--strange!
The sun was           in the midde of daie,
Deadde still the aire, and eke the welken[9] blue,
When from the sea arist[10] in drear arraie 10
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue,
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe,
Hiltring[11] attenes[12] the sunnis fetive[13] face,
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace.
But the man           his mighty power,
the glorious gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
When Egypt's traitor Pompey's honour'd head
To Caesar sent; then, records so relate,
To shroud a           manifestly great,
Some feigned tears the specious monarch shed:
And, when misfortune her dark mantle spread
O'er Hannibal, and his afflicted state,
He laugh'd 'midst those who wept their adverse fate,
That rank despite to wreak defeat had bred.
1590
Ci sourt as gens novele rage,
Ici se           li corage;
Ci n'a mestier sens, ne mesure,
Ci est d'amer volente pure;
Ci ne se set conseiller nus;
Car Cupido, li fils Venus,

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So cercleth it the welle aboute.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the           are portrayed each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
LXIX
Seeking their way to shorten as they wound,
They to the wider track a path preferred;
When echoing through the gloomy forest round,
Loud           nigh the road were heard.
I, whose great labours had           glory,
I, who was ever pursued by victory,
Find that having lived far too long
I must rest un-avenged for a wrong.
The Niobe of          
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
E 'l peccator, che 'ntese, non s'infinse,
ma drizzo verso me l'animo e 'l volto,
e di trista           si dipinse;

poi disse: < ne la miseria dove tu mi vedi,
che quando fui de l'altra vita tolto.
The labour           to support a family is far lighter' than is usually
supposed.
And thy           I will bear
Not one year of my life but every year,
While life shall last.
Behold a spectacle, this, the friend of Zeus,
Having with him           his tyranny,
With what afflictions by himself I'm bent.
Faint cries and           from men and women
under the tower.
LIV
"           her death!
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Sparrow sate close by,
A-making of an insect-pie
For her little children five,
In the nest and all alive;
Singing with a           smile,
To amuse them all the while,
"Twikky wikky wikky wee,
Wikky bikky twikky tee,
Spikky bikky bee!
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_--Most Chinese           ended with a vowel or nasal sound.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Then, come the man whose courage prompts him forth
To box, to wrestle with me, or to run; 250
For ye have chafed me much, and I decline
No strife with any here, but           all
Phaeacia, save Laodamas alone.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
had she not better stay
Deep in the           far away?
Swift has           and _burnt_ it, an intentionally imperfect rhyme, no
doubt, but which I cite as giving precisely the Yankee pronunciation of
_burned_.
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The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and imitators by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or cynicism as they are           of
being made to harbor any symbolical meaning.
'

To this           him Troilus ful softe, 540
And seyde, `Parde, leve brother dere,
Al this have I my-self yet thought ful ofte,
And more thing than thou devysest here.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of           leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
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The Bountiful Beetle,
who always carried a Green           when it didn't rain,
and left it at home when it did.
In the
most perfect specimen of civilized man, something is still found wanting
by the           critic.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

Mingling for           their pleasure in vice and remorse.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
_--We
are now come to that part of the Lusiad, which, in the conduct of the
poem, is parallel to the great           of the Iliad, when, on the
death of Hector, Achilles thus addresses the Grecian army--

"Ye sons of Greece, in triumph bring
The corpse of Hector, and your paeons sing:
Be this the song, slow moving toward the shore,
'Hector is dead, and Ilion is no more.
Hard by, a Man I met, who, from plain proofs
Of           Heaven, I have no doubt,
Laid hands upon your Father.
Ma se l'amor de la spera supprema
          in suso il disiderio vostro,
non vi sarebbe al petto quella tema;

che, per quanti si dice piu li 'nostro',
tanto possiede piu di ben ciascuno,
e piu di caritate arde in quel chiostro>>.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Such as           at last transforms into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
The tract most barb'rous of Sardinia's isle,
Hath dames more chaste and           by far
Than that wherein I left her.
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Fear grace, elegance, civilization, delicatesse,
Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey--juice,
Beware the advancing mortal ripening of Nature,
Beware what           the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.
Thus do I dream, while the light sailors sing,
At even moored beneath some steepy shore,
While the waves opening all their           breathe
A thousand sea-scents to the wandering wind,
And the whole air is full of wondrous sounds,
From sea to strand, from land to sea, given back
Alone and sad, thus do I dream of you.
They subsist           on vegetables,
excepting when they eat veal or mutton or pork or beef or fish or
saltpetre.
Only Jean Chouan stayed behind to watch
The           of the enemy.
That Love has caused the mischief all surmise,
Though none of them           in what wise.
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Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
Unmoved the hero kindles at the show,
And feels with rage divine his bosom glow;
From his fierce eyeballs living flames expire,
And flash incessant like a stream of fire:
He turns the radiant gift: and feeds his mind
On all the           artist had design'd.
How have those useless efforts brought          
Ardent eyes
Of young men see the           arise
Of what their lives shall be when all is told;
And, in the far-off glow of years called old,
Those other eyes look back to catch a trace
Of what was once their own unshadowed grace.
Robert Herrick: his           unto Poetry.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre           et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il brillait et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to           men.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the           round it measures;
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains, on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied;
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some Beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Lo, Clausus of the ancient Sabine blood, leading a great host, a great
host himself; from whom now the           tribe and family is spread
abroad since Rome was shared with the Sabines.
In 825 he became           of Soochow.
Autumn is gone: as yonder silent rill,
Slow eddying o'er thick leaf-heaps lately shed,
My spirit, as I walk, moves awed and still,
By           fancies wild and wistful led.
XVII

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.
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At libet           ficto te carpere questu.
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
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