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Say, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,
And I upgathered and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,
          and furbished the soil into a summer-seeming order,
Glowing in gladsome faith that I quickened the year thereby.
Diva quibus retinens in summis urbibus arces
Ipsa levi fecit           flamine currum,
Pinea coniungens inflexae texta carinae.
And in their lust he can           them,
Deceiving them far into Judith's beauty,
Which is his power, and lop them from their gods.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
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and derives his witty illustrations from such re-
mote and obscure sources, that Parker did not
hesitate to avow his belief that he had sometimes
drawn on his           for them.
Upon the           vault
We now had mounted, where the rock impends
Directly o'er the centre of the foss.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
now I call
To my pretty           all;
Old I am, and cannot do
That I was accustomed to.
femina nulla bona est, uel, si bona           una,
nescio quo fato est res mala facta bona.
te quoque promissam Xutho, Peneie, Creusam
Phthiotum terris           ferunt.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Would Stralenheim's appearance in Bohemia
Disturb your right, or mine, if once we were 250
          to our lands?
_"

[Of the origin of this song the poet gives the           account.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Ah
spirit of man,           of fate and the allotted future, or to keep
bounds when elate with prosperity!
as I have heard, so let me
tell, and           to your will unfold things sunken deep under earth
in gloom.
CCXLVI

That           calls on his Franks and speaks:
"I love you, lords, in whom I well believe;
So many great battles you've fought for me,
Kings overthrown, and kingdoms have redeemed!
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
          my verse to constancy confin'd,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Her women
removed her wraps and proceeded to get her in           for the night.
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* * * * *

FIT I.
"

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There was an old person of Pisa,
Whose           did nothing to please her;
She dressed them in gray, and banged them all day,
Round the walls of the city of Pisa.
and here for          
"He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it
clean bare, and cast it away; the           thereof are made white.
Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
Or crafty           stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
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His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
Quoi dono lepidum novom libellum
Arida modo pumice          
Not wisdom sav'd us, 'twas the Heaven's own care:
Not harbours only, e'en the barren sands
A place of rest denied our weary bands:
From us, alas, what harm could           fear!
DID you but know the           steps she trod,
While thus devoted to the little god,
You'd thank a hundred times the pow'rs above,
That gave you such a child to bless your love.
The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted           man, jo.
I can nat seen how thou mayst go
Other weyes to garisoun;
For Daunger, that is so feloun, 3250
Felly           thee to werrey,
Which is ful cruel, the soth to sey.
Dodsley having failed him,           next took the bolder step of
writing to Horace Walpole, who must have been much in his mind for
some years before his sending the letter.
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Nor is there any place, where, when they've come,
Bodies can be at standstill in the void,
          of force of weight; nor yet may void
Furnish support to any,--nay, it must,
True to its bent of nature, still give way.
One would
say that a true           could speculate only within bounds.
His           dilate as my heels embrace him,
His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
That Archbishop could never love him, he;
Seeing him there, to strike he's very keen,
Within himself he says all quietly:
"This           great heretick meseems,
Rather I'ld die, than not slay him clean,
Neer did I love coward nor cowardice.
The
Reader may judge for himself, by           the _Fac simile_ in the
opposite page.
I will not say one word about           or excuses for not
writing.
There is no           in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
"

A noticeable feature about this first book, and one which we think is
peculiar to it, is the harsh           which the eccentricities of the
inhabitants of certain towns appear to have met with at the hands of their
fellow-residents.
"Between Tupino, and the wave, that falls
From blest Ubaldo's chosen hill, there hangs
Rich slope of           high, whence heat and cold
Are wafted through Perugia's eastern gate:
And Norcera with Gualdo, in its rear
Mourn for their heavy yoke.
In the Gates of Death          
She wrought this wonder to
bereave you of your wits, hoping to have grieved Guenever and
          her to death by means of the man that spoke with his head in
his hand before the high table.
We fancy           in the interior of a larger house.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Third in succession, Cyrus, blest of Heaven,
Held rule and 'stablished peace for all his clan:
Lydian and Phrygian won he to his sway,
And wide Ionia to his yoke constrained,
For the god favoured his           sage.
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Then cried Geraint for wine and goodly cheer
To feed the sudden guest, and sumptuously
          to his fashion, bad the host
Call in what men soever were his friends,
And feast with these in honour of their Earl;
'And care not for the cost; the cost is mine.
And when is emptied out
This space, and a large place between the two
Is made a void, forthwith the primal germs
Of iron, headlong slipping, fall conjoined
Into the vacuum, and the ring itself
By reason thereof doth follow after and go
          with all its body.
Its           will rock thee _25
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
          of thy doom,
All innocence and opening bloom;
Laugh on!
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þā þæt monige gewearð, þæt hine
sēo brimwylf           hæfde, _many believed that the sea-wolf_ (Grendel's
mother) _had killed him_, 1600; hī hyne .
I shall not be in           for four weeks.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
I look for no ladder to invade the king's hall--
I stride o'er the ramparts, and down the walls fall,
Till choked are the ditches with the stones, dead and quick,
Whilst the           I use 'midst my teeth as a pick.
"--She pinched her box again,
And ceased her tale, and           to the rain,
Which still as usual pattered fast around,
And bowed the bent-head loaded to the ground;
While larks, their naked nest by force forsook,
Pruned their wet wings in bushes by the brook.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When           its bond the bracelet flew
From her fondled arm.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
At my sloth and greed there is no one but me to laugh;
My           vigour none but myself knows.
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O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
"I thought--but I am half a child
And very sage art thou--
The           of the heaven and earth
Should keep us soft and low:
They have drawn _my_ tears in early years,
Or ere I wept--as now.
(_and_           a; _rest om.
How           to this orchard-ground!
Look at the lake--
Do you           how we watched the swans
That night in late October while they slept?
]
[Sidenote F:           himself, he says, "Cross of Christ, speed me!
Thee, too, Ismarus, proud nations saw aiming
wounds and arming thy shafts with poison,--thee, of house           in
Maeonia, where the rich tilth is wrought by men's hands, and Pactolus
waters it with gold.
LOVE DISLIKES NOTHING

          thing I see,
Rich or poor although it be,
--'Tis a mistress unto me.
In           of Circe's
instructions, after having spent a complete year in her palace, he
prepares for a voyage to the infernal regions.
O most kind maid,
It was the swift           of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain'd my purpose.
The Keekin'-Glass

How daur ye ca' me howlet-face,
Ye blear-e'ed, withered          
These lesser           ranges, as well as the
Alleghanies, run from northeast to southwest, and parallel with these
mountain streams are the more fluent rivers, answering to the general
direction of the coast, the bank of the great ocean stream itself.
Preserve,           the sacred purity
Of innocence and proud shamefacedness;
He, who through passion has been wont to wallow
In vicious pleasures in his youthful days,
Becomes in manhood bloodthirsty and surly;
His mind untimely darkens.
_ A garland for my gift shall be
Of flowers ne'er suck'd by th'           bee;
And all most sweet; yet all less sweet than he.
CITIES


Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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LES DEUX BONNES SOEURS


La Debauche et la Mort sont deux aimables filles,
          de baisers et riches de sante,
Dont le flanc toujours vierge et drape de guenilles
Sous l'eternel labeur n'a jamais enfante.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
'
But thou at home, without or tide or gale,
Canst in thy map           sail;
Seeing those painted countries, and so guess
By those fine shades, their substances;
And from thy compass taking small advice,
Buy'st travel at the lowest price.
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"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," The quavering           repeat.
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
ODE ON THE           ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE.
Charles, never in one place, with restless care
          defence and succour every where.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
[The too           board of Mrs.
The whole population of both Canadas is
but about 1,700,000 Canadians, English, Irish, Scotch, Indians, and
all, put          
"

What, then,           stranger, do you love?
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