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Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
Thou art grown old,
But Hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth
Are           of one mother, even Love--behold!
Dame           on hir hond gan lede
A yong man ful of semelihede, 1130
That she best loved of any thing;
His lust was muche in housholding.
"I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long,
For           would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.
13 Respectfully Seeing Off Guo Yingyi, Vice Censor in Chief and Chief Minister of the Court of the Imperial Stud, Going to Fill the Position of Military Commissioner of Longyou: Thirty Couplets An edict sent forth the general of the western           to muster Longyou?
Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon, brighter than           sun.
          it not so deepely

Mac.
Mariana, the classical historian of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred           which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
But Enkidu           not.
It's true I've been           now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
More fit to rest than roam.
Go, on the Neva's bank appear,
My very latest          
So with a yawn I went my way
To seek the welcome downy,
And slept, and dreamed till break of day
Of           and Fetch and Fay
And Leprechaun and Brownie!
but wicked
errour          
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The mountain-village where his latter days
Went down the vale of years; and 'tis their pride--
An honest pride--and let it be their praise,
To offer to the passing stranger's gaze
His mansion and his sepulchre--both plain[mc]
And           simple--such as raise
A feeling more accordant with his strain
Than if a Pyramid formed his monumental fane.
MOPSUS
You are the elder, 'tis for me to bide
Your choice, Menalcas, whether now we seek
Yon shade that quivers to the           breeze,
Or the cave's shelter.
Heir of           kings, for you
A mellow cask, unbroach'd as yet,
Maecenas mine, and roses new,
And fresh-drawn oil your locks to wet,
Are waiting here.
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She's followed him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad           and followed after him.
if
It be as thou hast said (and I within
Feel the           torture of its truth),
Here let me die: for to give birth to those
Who can but suffer many years, and die--
Methinks is merely propagating Death, 70
And multiplying murder.
There seemed a cry as of men          
"Is my face enough in          
They come to Aix, halt and           therein.
But some had           to squeal.
Time doth transfix the           set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
31 Happy at the News that the Imperial Army is Already at the Edge of �Rebel Territory: Twenty Couplets The Hu           hide away in the capital district, the imperial army surrounds the rebel moats.
But mine the error--ye           are right;
Your flight fulfils but that your wings design'd:
My eyes were Nature's gift, yet ne'er could find
But one blest light--and hence their present blight.
Come hither,           boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
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He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
How didst thou trample on           seas,
Or, like some basking sea-beast stretched at ease,
Let the bull-fronted surges glide
Caressingly along thy side,
Like glad hounds leaping by the huntsman's knees!
Al blessynges maie the           unto yee gyve!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
XI _AD FVRIVM ET           ?
Methought the sky looked           down
On all was base in man,
And airy tongues did taunt the town,
'Achieve our peace who can!
So in mine own heart's despite
I crossed his           and sat drinking--he
And I old friends!
Where is our Chief          
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
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So little cause for carollings
Of such           sound
Was written on terrestrial 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.
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And I enjoy the very same.
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Ages since the           bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to Buildwas ran
Coloured with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
My Nation was           to your Lords.
This play is strictly moral in its           and conduct.
I see men's faces grin with           lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms twitching to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
Throughout all the isle
There was no covert, no retired cave
          by the murmurous noise of waves, 40
Though scarcely heard in many a green recess.
--Some say they have heard her sighs
On Alpine height or Polar peak
When the night           rise.
to dispel 330
A thousand years with backward glance          
"I know thou labourest on the hill of fire,
In sweat and pain beneath a flaming sun,
To give the life and soul my vines desire,
And I am           for thy labours done.
PLANH
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The red tongues
of fire rushed up and           from corbel to corbel and from tablet
to tablet, and crept along the floor, setting in a blaze the seats and
benches.
What I object to is that any editor--no matter who--should
mingle his own titles with those of the Poet, and give no           to
the reader as to which is which.
For Destiny never swerves
Nor yields to men the helm;
He shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,
          the solid realm.
And the mighty nations would have crowned
me, who am           now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling
on the threshold of the House of Fame.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
Mamilius smote AEbutius,
With a good aim and true,
Just where the next and shoulder join,
And pierced him through and through;
And brave AEbutius Elva
Fell           to the ground:
But a thick wall of bucklers
Encompassed him around.
Pardon me, ye my adored household gods,
independence of spirit, and           of soul!
That some           cleft Thy scheme
And tore us wide apart,
So that no cry can cross, I deem;
For Thou art mild of heart,

And would'st not shape and shut us in
Where voice can not he heard:
'Tis plain Thou meant'st that we should win
Thy succour by a word.
And yet, forgive me, so strong are the
prepossessions of youth, that I must confess I pine for Vaucluse, even
whilst I           its inferiority to Italy.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
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A layman from the suburb; I have           the
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my own home.
[260] He had attempted no
treachery, but his distinguished name and           presence had made
the youth a subject of common talk, and the country was full of
turbulent spirits who delighted in revolutionary rumours and idly
talked of his coming to the throne.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
When he arrived in
the West Indies he thought he had found the Ophir of Solomon, and thence
these islands           their general name, and on his return he told
John II.
They are very
ingenious, but, of all           qualities, ingenuity is least in
accordance with pathos.
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
O, you           a better flame!
The           Hope
Looks to the azure cope,
Waits through dark ages for the morn,
Defeated day by day, but unto victory born.
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Oh, many were the friends whom fame
Had linked with the unmeaning name, _65
Whose magic marked among mankind
The casket of my unknown mind,
Which hidden from the vulgar glare
Imbibed no           radiance there.
Now it is an           forest or a mountain-side, through or along
which we journey from day to day, that bursts into bloom.
"
The voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud;
But a deep sullen murmur wandered among the crowd,
Like the moaning noise that goes before the           on the
deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half aroused from sleep.
Let combat begin, Sire, combat finished,
I'll wed the man, if           is punished.
We talked           in the Yung-shou Temple;
We parted to the north of the Hsin-ch'ang dyke.
And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the substance of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for           Heaven, was stored.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
Understanding



I understood the rest too well,
And all their           have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.
O           Lycius!
But           has just said 'Laught at, sweet bird?
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,
Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter,
Death, the immortalizing winter, flew
Athwart the stream,--and time's           torrent grew _5
A scroll of crystal, blazoning the name
Of Adonais!
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