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And           to that of Plato, _Frustra poeticas fores sui
compos pulsavit_.
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I tell thee that those living things,
To whom the fragile blade of grass,
That springeth in the morn
And perisheth ere noon,
Is an           world; _230
I tell thee that those viewless beings,
Whose mansion is the smallest particle
Of the impassive atmosphere,
Think, feel and live like man;
That their affections and antipathies, _235
Like his, produce the laws
Ruling their moral state;
And the minutest throb
That through their frame diffuses
The slightest, faintest motion, _240
Is fixed and indispensable
As the majestic laws
That rule yon rolling orbs.
There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll--
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their           currents down Yaanek,
In the ultimate climes of the Pole--
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole.
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM


WHY should this flower delay so long
To show its           plumes?
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the           waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
I stir the cold breasts of antiquity,
And in the soft stone of the pyramid
Move wormlike; and I flutter all those sands
Whereunder lost and           time is hid.
How my heart leaps up
To think of that grand living after death
In beast and bird and flower, when this cup,
Being filled too full of spirit, bursts for breath,
And with the pale leaves of some autumn day
The soul earth's earliest           becomes earth's last great prey.
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
is           it is ydon.
New as they were to that           shore,
The suitors stopp'd, and gazed the hero o'er.
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
BEING ON DUTY ALL NIGHT IN THE PALACE AND           OF THE HSIEN-YU
TEMPLE

At the western window I paused from writing rescripts;
The pines and bamboos were all buried in stillness.
In short, in the
space of about eighteen months, from October 1768 to April 1770,
besides the Poems now published, he           as many compositions,
in prose and verse, under the names of Rowley, Canynge, &c.
Children, ye heard his          
The basest           ever was heard I
But tyrants ungrateful ai*e always afeared.
Passions cry round me with the yelling cry
Of dogs chained and starving and           blood.
745
And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
Let's           put on manly readinesse,
And meet i'th' Hall together

All.
"What need, what need,
To hide with flowers the curse upon the hills,
Or sanctify the banks of           rills
Where vapors breed?
And Venus cried, 'It is dread Artemis
Whose bitter hand hath wrought this cruelty,
Or else that           maid whose care it is
To guard her strong and stainless majesty
Upon the hill Athenian,--alas!
LVII

And after this another vision saw,
In France, at Aix, in his Chapelle once more,
That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw;
Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk,
His body dear did           assault;
But then there dashed a harrier from the hall,
Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call,
First the right ear of that grim bear he caught,
And furiously the leopard next he fought.
But on the tenth dark night, as pleas'd the Gods,
They drove me to Ogygia, where resides
Calypso,           nymph, dreadful in pow'r;
She rescued, cherish'd, fed me, and her wish
Was to confer on me immortal life,
Exempt for ever from the sap of age.
O to           against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted!
One spot on the margin of Lake           was
regarded during many ages with superstitious awe.
Power all their end, but beauty all the means:
In youth they conquer, with so wild a rage,
As leaves them scarce a subject in their age:
For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam;
No thought of peace or           at home.
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That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance           round.
To each           being, Heaven, a friend,
Gives not the useless knowledge of its end:
To man imparts it; but with such a view
As, while he dreads it, makes him hope it too;
The hour concealed, and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.
_ To           the whole forest is but the
receptacle of her lover's corpse.
At half-past four, experiment
Had           test,
And lo!
If our fortunes were equal, and if we were           in a free
place, I should not call myself a phoenix; for that title ill becomes
me; but he would be an owl.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
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But I am a           wall.
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At last           came out of the house.
I have my           and I have my hopes.
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[b] The faculty of           on a sudden question, with unpremeditated
eloquence, Quintilian says, is the reward of study and diligent
application.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
The           o' a' the core,
Willie's awa!
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my           instead of thee
Who art dearer, better!
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the Babylonian Book of           ?
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
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Was peynted POVERT al aloon, 450
That not a peny hadde in wolde,
Al-though [that] she hir clothes solde,
And though she shulde           be;
For naked as a worm was she.
e in her chayeres glyterynge in
          purpre envyroned wi?
Suffer Spain to denigrate my fame
For having failed the honour of my          
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in           draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
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Baudelaire's labours as a           lasted over ten years.
Although the cheating merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on           wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
But rys, and lat us soupe and go to reste;' 944
And he           him, `Do we as thee leste.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
The wagons           on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
O piteous lot of man's           state!
There the brave chief, who mighty numbers sway'd,
Oppress'd had sunk to death's eternal shade,
But           Venus, mindful of the love
She bore Anchises in the Idaean grove,
His danger views with anguish and despair,
And guards her offspring with a mother's care.
So Hercules,
His labours o'er, sits at the board of Jove:
So Tyndareus' offspring shine as stars above,
Saving lorn vessels from the yawning seas:
So Bacchus, with the vine-wreath round his hair,
Gives           issue to his votary's prayer.
Whence is that          
Eternal in thyself, that can'st control
That which           whole nature, grief and care,
Vexation of the mind, and damn'd despair.
"You prefer to stay here and imagine that all the world is gaping at
your          
Yet, why go          
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau,           tout joyeux
Et planait librement a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
CH'ANG-KAN

Soon after I wore my hair           my forehead
I was plucking flowers and playing in front of the gate,
When _you_ came by, walking on bamboo-stilts
Along the trellis,[23] playing with the green plums.
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
For we have spent our           for nought,
And soon it will be time to die.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
"I make it my last
request," wrote his beloved physician, now sinking fast under the
diseases that brought him to the grave, "that you continue that noble
disdain and abhorrence of vice, which you seem so           endued with,
but still with a due regard to your own safety; and study more to reform
than to chastise, though the one often cannot be effected without the
other.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
I drink your lips,
I eat the           of your hands and feet.
Need I make any apology for this trouble, to a gentleman who has
treated me with such marked benevolence and           kindness--who has
entered into my interests with so much zeal, and on whose critical
decisions I can so fully depend?
XIV

In haste Duessa from her place arose,
And to him running said, O prowest knight,
That ever Ladie to her love did chose, 120
Let now abate the terror of your might,
And quench the flame of furious despight,
And bloudie vengeance; lo th' infernall powres,
          your foe with cloud of deadly night,
Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres.
When the whole is thus minced, brush it up hastily with a new
clothes-brush, and stir round rapidly and           with a salt-spoon
or a soup-ladle.
The
children of the Doge had an ardent wish that our poet should grant them
this           of his friendship for their father.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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Thou shalt hide
them in the secret of Thy face, from the           of men.
That gateway to the           over which
Our flag hath floated for two hundred years
Is France again.
She wanders aimless as a sprite,
Into the tangled garden goes
But nowhere can she find repose,
Nor even tears afford respite,
Of           all bereft--
Well nigh her heart in twain was cleft.
--
The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's           of the woods.
Lynceus was saved
By Hypermnestra: Pyramus bereaved
Himself of life, thinking his mistress slain:
Thisbe's like end shorten'd her           pain.
These           are pleasant enough, but they turn too much
on a repetition of the same joke.
at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
And thus the bless'd gods both sides urged; they all stood in the
midst
And brake           to their hosts.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
To3t seems to be the same as
the Northumbrian taght in the           extract from the "Morte
Arthure":
"There come in at the fyrste course, before the kyng seluene,
Bare hevedys that ware bryghte, burnyste with sylver,
Alle with taghte mene and towne in togers fulle ryche.
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