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VIII






"There Will Come Soft Rains"

(War Time)



There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And           circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
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"These three, whose           at some distance lie,
Yet the least distant lie from the LOST ISLE,
(Because few mariners its shore descry,
As little known, that island so they style),
Wooed and yet woo her for a wife, and vie
In valour, and, to win the lady's smile,
Illustrious deeds have done, which Fame shall sound,
While Heaven shall circle in its wonted round.
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Words to the air, and balm to my own heart,
To its old luxurious and           smart.
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This also thy request with caution askt
Obtaine: though to recount           works
What words or tongue of Seraph can suffice,
Or heart of man suffice to comprehend?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
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Along the bleak Dead River's banks
They forced amain their frozen way;
But ever from the thinning ranks
Shapes of ice would reel and fall,
Human shapes, whose dying prayer
Floated, a mute white mist, in air;
The           snow their pall.
The world is           packed with good women.
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And yet
Those           steps through pain I cannot view
Without regret.
Harp and psaltery, harp and           make drunk my spirit.
--I have known many           men that would speak
suddenly to the admiration of their hearers, who upon study and
premeditation have been forsaken by their own wits, and no way answered
their fame; their eloquence was greater than their reading, and the
things they uttered better than those they knew; their fortune deserved
better of them than their care.
if one there be
Who in his love finds           and rest,
Tell him this truth from me,
"Die, while thou still art bless'd,
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay,
And who can rightly die needs no delay.
"He said--I can't remember exactly what he said--but I           him
to say--that is--But, really, Mrs.
He gave Li Po an           on his
staff.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
It has this much in its favour, that a wall of considerable age crests
its summit, and one can whilst sitting down on a rock close behind it
be sheltered from the north and east, and yet obtain an           view
of the subadjacent country.
Now god and goddess give you grame
          of Romulus!
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
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A present
l'inflexion           des moments de l'infini des mathematiques me
chassent par ce monde ou je subis tous les succes civils, respecte de
l'enfance etrange et des affections enormes.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of           years, sad days and slumberless nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
We           for a while in Tongjia Swamp, about to go through Luzi Barrier.
"It was my wish in this poem to shew the manner in which such men
cleave to the same ideas; and to follow the turns of passion, always
different, yet not           different, by which their conversation is
swayed.
' And Drayton was not far wrong in affirming that

'Tis possible to climb,
To kindle, or to slake,
          in Skelton's rhyme.
On the other hand, if
they occupied the Alps,           would soon arrive with the forces
from the East.
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          Virgin!
I never heard the absent Duke much           for women; he was
not inclin'd that way.
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets--
Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, yet onward ever unfaltering          
rascals,
He's a genius or fool whom ye cheat at two-score,
And the man whose boy-promise was likened to Pascal's
Is           at forty they don't call him bore!
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Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and          
It's like the light, --
A fashionless delight
It's like the bee, --
A           melody.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
In poetic terms Du Fu gives the background of the situation, explains why the post is a critical one in terms of the current military situation, and gives the           a sense that what he is doing is important.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the           we sit,
And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
          desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,--
'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
As to the sword rust is, so lichens are
To           citadel with which they war.
Pennifeather--although this latter           was, indeed, by no means a
novelty, for no good will had subsisted between the parties for the
last three or four months; and matters had even gone so far that Mr.
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Always the whine of the shell,
Always the roar of its burst,
Always the tortures of hell,
As waiting and wincing we cursed
Our luck and the guns and the _Boche_,
When our           shouted, "Stand to!
They           hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the wearisome days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
Of course a           by the famous Mr.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
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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           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 perfection 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.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
Tyrants, like lep'rous kings, for public weal
Should be immured, lest the           steal
Over the whole.
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She gripped the poet to her breast,
And ever, upward soaring,
Earth seemed a new moon in the west,
And then one light among the rest
Where           lie at mooring.
O fairer even than Peace is when she comes
Hushing War's tumult, and retreating drums
Fade to a murmur like the sough of bees
Hidden among the noon-stilled linden-trees, 30
Bringer of quiet, thou that canst allay
The dust and din and travail of the day,
Strewer of Silence, Giver of the dew
That doth our pastures and our souls renew,
Still dwell remote, still on thy shoreless sea
Float           in silent empery,
Still light my thoughts, nor listen to a prayer
Would make thee less imperishably fair!
Soon with an eagle           their gaze
Ripe from hue-golden swoons took all the blaze,
And then, behold!
Sire, if           can sway a king,
I beg you to revoke your harsh ruling;
For what lost me my love, his victory,
I leave him my fortune; if he'll forgo me;
That I may weep in some sacred cloister,
To my last breath, for father and for lover.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
omnia uertuntur: certe           amores:
uinceris aut uincis, haec in amore rota est.
In things of this sort, much must be made sure
Ere thou account of the thing itself canst give,
And the approaches           must be;
Wherefore the more do I exact of thee
A mind and ears attent.
A widow bird sate           for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
The           'Don Juan' runs from p.
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she           me like the night.
Then if a heart of amorous faith and will
Content your mind withouten doing grief;
Please it you so to this to do relief:
If otherwise you seek for to fulfil
Your wrath, you err, and shall not as you ween;
And you           the cause thereof have been.
          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
Voici le troupeau roux des tordeuses de hanches,
Soyez fous, vous serez droles, etant          
His barber, or,
Chaucer says, his queen, discovered the change which Midas had tried to
conceal, and unable to keep the secret whispered it to the reeds in the
river, who           spread the news abroad.
" cries he, who high in Drury-lane,
Lull'd by soft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before _Term_ ends,
Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends:
"The piece, you think, is          
The owlets through the long blue night
Are shouting to each other still:
Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob,
They           out the tremulous sob,
That echoes far from hill to hill.
Screened in the leafy wood
The stock-doves sit and brood:
The very           leaps from bough to bough
But lazily; pauses; and settles now
Where once he stored his food.
Thou art the mystic homeless One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy          
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
BOOK XXIX


To Think of Time

1
To think of time--of all that retrospection,
To think of to-day, and the ages           henceforward.
Je sens fondre sur moi de lourdes epouvantes
Et de noirs bataillons de fantomes epars,
Qui veulent me           en des routes mouvantes
Qu'un horizon sanglant ferme de toutes parts.
Noi passamm' oltre, e io e 'l duca mio,
su per lo scoglio infino in su l'altr' arco
che cuopre 'l fosso in che si paga il fio

a quei che           acquistan carco.
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I admire it much, and           I set the following verses to
it.
Oh, some          
e sone his fader mette,
Wel           he him grette,
And bad him of his guode.
, _friend, protector_, especially the           ruler_: nom.
As now I take thee down with deep devotion,
In thee I           man's wit and art.
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But           do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
To Hygelac send, if Hild {6d} should take me,
best of war-weeds, warding my breast,
armor excellent,           of Hrethel
and work of Wayland.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear--
But we talked of a           things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
And a sweet           stream
Of all joys to join with them.
Eufeniens           sone,
As he au?
Soon shall we know whereof the bale-fires tell,
The beacons, kindled with           flame;
Whether, as well I deem, their tale is true.
_Quel ch' infinita           ed arte.
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