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Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly           me with a specious view.
Once to amuse the           I built a house of cards, and had
accursed dreams all night.
_ In which (through the oil they yield) a great
part of the wealth of the           lies.
Not only is the nunnery
Crowded; the           too are crammed with people.
'Twas kin' o' kingdom come to look
On sech a blessed cretur,
A dogrose blushin' to a brook
Ain't           nor sweeter.
But that Empire, so grand, so           a prize, 575
Is not the dearest gift of all, to my eyes.
'

He turned, and could no more be seen;
Old Bancis stared a moment,
Then tossed poor Partlet on the green,
And with a tone, half jest, half spleen,
Thus made her housewife's comment: 60

'The           had a queerish face,
His smile was hardly pleasant,
And, though he meant it for a grace,
Yet this old hen of barnyard race
Was but a stingy present.
Thou too, O daughter of Zeus,
who guidest the           fray
To the holy decision of fate,
Athena!
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--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
[331] "On my light pinions I soar off to Olympus; in its
capricious flight my Muse           along the thousand paths of poetry in
turn .
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
"What are you           of?
Or sappi ch'avarizia fu partita
troppo da me, e questa dismisura
          di lunari hanno punita.
Let           youths obtain thine ear!
O would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal          
He was just
twenty at the Restoration, and immediately com-
menced and soon completed his transformation
into one of the most           and time-serving of
high churchmen.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors           dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
IX

"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his           martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade!
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
'

XIV "His Schoolfellow, whom he had so besought,
As they went homeward taught him privily
And then he sang it well and fearlessly, 95
From word to word according to the note:
Twice in a day it passed through his throat;
          and schoolward whensoe'er he went,
On Jesu's Mother fixed was his intent.
I hear the sound of the           missiles--the short _t-h-t!
The Vizier was           and
kept his word.
ELDRED Your Father, Lady, from a wilful hand
Has met unkindness; so indeed he told me,
And you           such was my report:
From what has just befallen me I have cause
To fear the very worst.
Every other           of the
mortality of our kind, makes us cast an anxious look into the dreadful
abyss of uncertainty, and shudder with apprehension for our own fate.
Who           gruffly, 'Ugh!
We talked           in the Yung-shou Temple;
We parted to the north of the Hsin-ch'ang dyke.
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The           eagerly devour the
marrow of the koodoo and other antelopes raw, as a matter of course.
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Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright Universe Empery attended day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
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the           of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
From the 115th verse to the 142d
is a           description of the wrongs of the poor African.
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat:
nam           erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem.
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of influence mute,
The majesty of           will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
The           were, however, not wholly without constitutional
rights.
Though           stemmed the flood,
McPherson's Wood and Willoughby's Run
Saw ere the set of sun
The light of the gospel of blood.
The wood still
cheerfully and           echoes the strokes of the axe that fells
it, and while they are few and seldom, they enhance its wildness, and
all the elements strive to naturalize the sound.
The rising sun owre Galston muirs
Wi'           light was glintin;
The hares were hirplin down the furrs,
The lav'rocks they were chantin
Fu' sweet that day.
_

HE COMPARES LAURA TO WINTER, AND           THAT SHE WILL ALWAYS BE THE
SAME.
iudicium de me studui           bonorum:
ipse mihi numquam, iudice me, placui.
Their           touch is over everything.
This mightie pile, that keeps the wyndes at baie, 5
Fyre-levyn and the mokie storme defie,
That shootes aloofe into the           of daie,
Shall be the record of the Buylders fame for aie.
nō þon lange
wæs feorh æðelinges flǣsce bewunden, _not much longer was the son of the
prince           in his body_, 2425.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
The count Rollant calls Oliver, and speaks
"Comrade and friend, now clearly have you seen
That Guenelun hath got us by deceit;
Gold hath he ta'en; much wealth is his to keep;
That           vengeance for us must wreak.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Hinc mihi Crux primo quae fronti           lavacro, 5
Finibus extensis, anchora facta patet.
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"You know          
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
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Her pure nails on high           their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a twilight dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of sonorous uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
How has my reason          
Then the revulsion came that always comes
After these dizzy elations of the mind:
And with a passionate pang of doubt I cried,
'O mountain-born, sweet with snow-filtered air 710
From uncontaminate wells of ether drawn
And never-broken secrecies of sky,
Freedom, with anguish won, misprized till lost,
They keep thee not who from thy sacred eyes
Catch the consuming lust of sensual good
And the brute's license of           will.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
Where it has tended to glorify war
in itself, it is chiefly because war has released those qualities, so to
speak, in           and spectacular ways; and where it has chosen to
round upon war and to upbraid it, it is because war has slain ardent and
lovable youths and has brought misery and despair to women and old
people.
"           a chorus of voices.
But 'twas a           instead,
Marked "urgent," and her duty plain
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Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
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The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
While yet we live, scarse one short hour perhaps,
Between us two let there be peace, both joyning,
As joyn'd in injuries, one enmitie
Against a Foe by doom express assign'd us,
That cruel Serpent: On me exercise not
Thy hatred for this miserie befall'n,
On me already lost, mee then thy self
More miserable; both have sin'd, but thou 930
Against God onely, I against God and thee,
And to the place of judgement will return,
There with my cries           Heaven, that all
The sentence from thy head remov'd may light
On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,
Mee mee onely just object of his ire.
Why           she so still?
'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old           of affections new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
Ich will euch lehren           machen!
Reeds in a trice are           and rustling in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her pony, that is mild and good,
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane,
Or           faggots from the wood.
But where of ye, O          
"Now let me borrow,
For moments few, a           as stern
As Pluto's sceptre, that my words not burn
These uttering lips, while I in calm speech tell
How specious heaven was changed to real hell.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
mi sone, 489
Whi           ?
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Tell us, thou clear and           tongue, II.
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer breathing in the stall,
And the green           figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
e           wille [ne] sent hem nat to ?
Que nos rideaux fermes nous           du monde,
Et que la lassitude amene le repos!
"

Swiftly,           the day approached us.
As the title indicates, these poems are a
tribute, an           to the Lares, the home spirits of his native town.
33:           si_
Lachm.
For, lo,
That ether can flow thus steadily on, on,
With one           urge, the Pontus proves--
That sea which floweth forth with fixed tides,
Keeping one onward tenor as it glides.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely           thing.
suus cuique attributus est error: 20
Sed non videmus,           quod in tergost.
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
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To which, around the axle of the sky,
The Bear, revolving, points his golden eye:
Who shines exalted on the ethereal plain,
Nor bathes his blazing           in the main.
We trod the same path, to the           place,
Yet here I stand, having beheld their graves,
Skyros whose shadows the great seas erase,
And Seddul Bahr that ever more blood craves.
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