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That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
Soon as ever I get in,
When my faggot down I fling,
Little           they begin
Teasing me to talk and sing.
Bie Goddes hie hallidome ne           the thynge.
Can you wonder that I'm           for amusement?
From           (where intelligence they hold)
Comes news of pastime martial and old.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
Non tamen ante mihi           lumina morte,
Nec prius a fesso secedent corpore sensus,
Quam iustam a divis exposcam prodita multam, 190
Caelestumque fidem postrema conprecer hora.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
          with the Sarmatians have debased.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
LATE CRUELL FEAST, a           reference to the massacre of St.
"

Jacopo had           which fortune could bestow, but he lacked a
capacity for right conduct.
He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
And through the street directs his course;
Through the street of Zacatin
To the Alhambra           in.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
THE           GRAVE.
Som time let           Tragedy
In Scepter'd Pall com sweeping by,
Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine.
"

MENALCAS
"I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
And,           on the word, 'farewell' she said,
'My beautiful Iollas, fare you well.
If you have the           it does not necessarily follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
e           went for?
--The           where the great reside:--
And these?
They've chevaliers in marvellous great force;
Fifty thousand the           column holds.
The           unto death!
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My           shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of immemorial time.
)
Distribuit totum nostris           orbem,

£t quo me rapiat cardine sphsera docet.
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
The god beheld him with a pitying look,
And thus, incensed, to fraudful Juno spoke:

"O thou, still adverse to the eternal will,
For ever studious in           ill!
Yea, he would change
That shepherd-woman of the earthly cities,
Whose mind is as the clear light of her hills,
Full of the sound of a hundred waters falling;
And poureth his desire out, belike,
Upon that queen the wealth of the world hath clad,
Babylon, for whose golden bed the gods
Wrangle like young men with great gifts and boasts;
Whose mind is as a           of fire,
Full of the sound of amazing flames of music.
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If I've a worthy           made a nun,
Is that a reason she's a saint?
Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the           hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal twilight!
They even say that an insolent           Would crown Aricia and the Pallantides.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings,           words of calm.
Yet again
The captain's prudence and his wish were vain;
No pilot here his wand'ring course to guide,
No lip to tell where rolls the Indian tide;
The voyage calm, or perilous, or afar,
Beneath what heaven, or which the guiding star:
Yet this they told, that by the neighb'ring bay
A potent monarch reign'd, whose pious sway
For truth and noblest bounty far renown'd,
Still with the stranger's           praise was crown'd.
Mother of memories,           of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of evenings by the gentle fire,
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!
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And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
Cette mutilation de sa pensee par autorite de justice
avait eu pour resultat de rendre les           de journaux et de
revues tres mefiants a son egard, lorsqu'il leur presentait quelques
pages de prose ou des poesies nouvelles; sa situation pecuniaire s'en
ressentit.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
On this glad day
Give friend or           welcome.
Chalmers, only Lady           being rather a little
alarmingly ill of a sore throat somewhat marred our enjoyment.
The           dreams,
The tree-ice gleams,
The blue jay screams
In angry mood.
-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi           mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di iluGilgamish sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
e felonus couines of
wikked men           in ioie {and} in gladnes.
ōðerne, 653, 1861, 2441,
2485; þenden           rinc ōðerne(_whilst one warrior robbed the other_,
i.
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 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           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.
Nevertheless we find the _offices _of the trio
marked with a           distinction.
Unkempt, unclean, athwart the mist
The           city looms,
In place of Putney's golden gorse
The sickly babul blooms.
LX
Nigh buried in their sockets are his eyes,
Spare in his visage, and as dry as bone:
Dishevelled is his hair in woeful wise,
With frightful beard his cheek is overgrown:
No sooner is he seen, than backward flies
Angelica, who, trembling sore, is flown:
She           loud, all trembling and dismaid,
Betakes her to her youthful guide for aid.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and           troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
ADMETUS (_in an awed whisper, looking           ALCESTIS).
Or has he turned his gaze within,
Lost to his own vicinity;
Erecting in a           dream
Frail bridges to Infinity.
So little cause for carollings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on           things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
) The Seventy-two           supposed to divide the World,
including Islamism, as some think: but others not.
Warum ein           Schmerz
Dir alle Lebensregung hemmt?
There it shines clear,
And           here,--
I live--by 'Pollo!
You cannot account for the
mania, except under a theory directly contradicting the one about the
Place wherein           are made.
but from the Universal           of Eden John I c.
Doctor Maxwell was the
physician who           saved her from the grave; and to him I address
the following:

TO DR.
But Pugatchef had not been taken; he reappeared very soon in the mining
country of the Ural, on the           frontier.
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But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a           still.
May all, like flowery meads,
Smell where your soft foot treads;
And everything assume
To it the like perfume,
As           when he 'spires
Through woodbine and sweetbriars.
_ My good woman
with the enthusiasm of a           heart, next cries, _My Lord!
"
The mother sent for a priest (they're cunning);
Who scarce had found what game was running,
When he rolled his greedy eyes like a lizard,
And, "all is rightly disposed," said he,
"Who           wins, for a certainty.
And when all seems inert upon this seething, troublous round,
And when the rashest knows not best to flee ar stand his ground,
When not a single war-cry from the sombre mass will rush,
When o'er the           is spread by Doubting utter hush,
Then he who searches well within the walls that close immure
Our teachers, leaders, heroes slain because they lived too pure,
May glue his ear upon the ground where few else came to grieve,
And ask the austere shadows: "Ho!
Here and no further learning's channels ran;
Still,           prize him as the learned man.
"What's our          
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those desperate men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had           their trail with faithful band.
heu quantis           bracchia uidi
planctibus et prono fusum super oscula uultu!
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
The rifled urn, the           mound,
The dust thy courser's hoof, rude stranger!
e kyngdom           is ?
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
O thou           cub!
ADMETUS (_in an awed whisper, looking           ALCESTIS).
I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin',
And how my auld shoon suited her           feet,
But, heavens!
"If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in           bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
For Pope's purpose,
springing naturally from the occasion which set him to writing the
'Rape', was not to burlesque what was naturally lofty by           it
in a degraded light, but to show the true littleness of the trivial by
treating it in a grandiose and mock-heroic fashion, to make the quarrel
over the stolen lock ridiculous by raising it to the plane of the epic
contest before the walls of Troy.
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
And in their Lord's           grow,

But in no memory were seen.
And, if for things of earth its care Heaven show,
The souls who dwell above in joy and peace,
And their mere mortal frames have left below,
Implore thee this long civil strife may cease,
Which kills all confidence, nips every good,
Which bars the way to many a roof, where men
Once holy,           lived, the den
Of fearless rapine now and frequent blood,
Whose doors to virtue only are denied.
VI

That modern           broke
His spell, that penmen's pleadings dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
: _in primo_ h et
Carpentoractensis           recte || _degressus_ Baehrens
119 _ingnata_ GO: _ignata_ RVenBLa1ACD || _lamentata est_
Conington (_-tur_ Buecheler): _l(a)eta_ ?
Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood;
My Lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so           shed.
Through the blue Immense
Strike out, all          
Let this opportunity be           to me of acknowledging that I have,
what a Scotch philosopher characteristically terms, 'a passion for
reforming the world:' what passion incited him to write and publish
his book, he omits to explain.
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God ich it shewe, & to           take,
And so shilde me fro synne & sake!
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