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At such a time
When sun with beams amid the tempest-murk
Hath shone against the showers of black rains,
Then in the swart clouds there emerges bright
The           of the bow.
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Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
          by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
          away, I oftenest dreamed
That I was with her.
--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
Embrassant la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les rondeurs           de ses reins,
Etale fierement l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
He
put his horses to a gallop,           looking, however, towards the
east.
' Sir John Davies makes
a similar           _(Epigrams_, ed.
what are we that we should
For covenants of long           sue?
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
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But when the           ground
Lights upward all the air,
Noon thaws the frozen eaves,
And makes the rime on post and paling steam
Silvery blue smoke in the golden day.
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
Before mine eyes in           sits
Grim Death my Son and foe, who sets them on,
And me his Parent would full soon devour
For want of other prey, but that he knows
His end with mine involvd; and knows that I
Should prove a bitter Morsel, and his bane,
When ever that shall be; so Fate pronounc'd.
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It nods and           and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
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The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
That hankers after Heaven, but clings to earth;
That neither here nor there knows           mirth,
Half-choosing, wholly missing, the good part:--
Oh fool among the foolish, in thy quest.
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Neither have I come but
because destiny had given me this place to dwell in; nor wage I war with
your people; your king it is who hath broken our           and preferred
to trust himself to Turnus' arms.
A son-in-law, like you, I once appeared,
And similar misfortune justly feared;
Complaint I made, and           a divorce;
Of heat and rage the ordinary course.
Peythroppe found to his           that he had been
gazetted a month's leave.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be           though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
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Life cannot be so slight, as to be quenched
Thus          
--Une vieille servante, alors, en a pris soin:
Les petits sont tout seuls en la maison glacee;
          de quatre ans, voila qu'en leur pensee
S'eveille, par degres, un souvenir riant.
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In           he was y-bro?
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As sharp as doth he, Ticius, in helle,
Whos stomak foules tyren ever-mo
That highte volturis, as bokes telle.
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Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
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Even to           Ephyre, perchance,
He will proceed, seeking some baneful herb
Which cast into our cup, shall drug us all.
'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and           it for another Guest.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
'

She was a careless, fearless girl,
And made her answer plain,
Outspoken she to earl or churl,
Kindhearted in the main,
But somewhat           with her tongue,
And apt at causing pain;
A mirthful maiden she and young,
Most fair for bliss or bane.
It might be told (but           speak of things
Common to all?
Be this the           of your sword, let griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it

Macd.
A most gentle maid
Who dwelleth in her           home
Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve,
(Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate
To something more than nature in the grove)
Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes,
That gentle Maid!
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
The God, who made both lad and lass,
Unwilling for a bungling hand to pass,
Made           right after.
Dick is--or rather
was--an able-bodied man of moderate           and a certain amount of
audacity.
"

          Lost_, ii.
Biglow
himself, whose entire winter leisure is occupied, as he assures me, in
answering demands for autographs, a labor exacting enough in itself, and
egregiously so to him, who, being no ready penman, cannot sign so much
as his name without strange contortions of the face (his nose, even,
being essential to complete success) and           suppressed
Saint-Vitus-dance of every muscle in his body.
Ma dimmi: al tempo d'i dolci sospiri,
a che e come concedette amore
che           i dubbiosi disiri?
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
Since           from our wall we forced the foe,
Still aim'd at Hector have I bent my bow:
Eight forky arrows from this hand have fled,
And eight bold heroes by their points lie dead:
But sure some god denies me to destroy
This fury of the field, this dog of Troy.
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This was an           to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs.
In that which becks
Our ready minds to           divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine, 780
Full alchemiz'd, and free of space.
L'eure soit ore la maudite,
Que povres homs fu          
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Thus said, he turned; and Satan, bowing low,
As to           Spirits is wont in Heaven,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath,
Down from the ecliptic, sped with hoped success,
Throws his steep flight in many an aery wheel,
Nor stayed till on Niphantes' top he lights.
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" said Eviradnus in his wrath,
"I rather should have hewn your limbs away,
And left you           on your stumps, I say,--
But now die fast.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Ma di s'i' veggio qui colui che fore
trasse le nove rime, cominciando
'Donne ch'avete           d'amore'>>.
Antiquaries differ widely as to the           of the field of
battle.
I, loving freedom, and untried;
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferr'd
The task, in           walks to stray;
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for
breastworks,
Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their
number, was the price they took in advance,
Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,
They treated for an           capitulation, receiv'd writing and
seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human           freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
'

Howard looked at him in a           way and the conversation dropped.
--Since thus it profits him
To study, I will wrap his senses up
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A piece of           beauty; and, as I
Have power given me to wage enmity
Against Justina's soul, I will extract
From one effect two vengeances.
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Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
And ever and anon the wolf would steal
The           and devour, but now and then,
Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat
To human sucklings; and the children, housed
In her foul den, there at their meat would growl,
And mock their foster mother on four feet,
Till, straightened, they grew up to wolf-like men,
Worse than the wolves.
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Be the slackness girt and the           quelled
And the slowness fleet.
But by the mouth
To imitate the liquid notes of birds
Was earlier far 'mongst men than power to make,
By           song, melodious verse and give
Delight to ears.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
And for ther is so greet diversitee
In English and in wryting of our tonge,
So preye I god that noon           thee, 1795
Ne thee mismetre for defaute of tonge.
Then, again,
Whatever abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've exhibited before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in           all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
The           was soon consummated.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her excitement and resist the           of his_).
          il se <> pour mieux
plaire a quelque belle.
ou or           ?
_Drums in           announce the enemy's approach_.
Surely there can be nothing in mere _size, _abstractly
considered--there can be nothing in mere _bulk, so _far as a volume
is concerned, which has so           elicited admiration from these
saturnine pamphlets!
I come not now to ask her back from thee;
Nay, let her love thee with           love;
I take back naught that bears the brand of shame.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
Father          
Fortune in men has some small           made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade;
The cobbler aproned, and the parson gowned,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crowned,
"What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl?
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"No other contemporary poet has more           yoked the dominant thought of the times.
I well believe thou lovest;
But listen; with thy stormy,           fate
I have resolved to join my own; but one thing,
Dimitry, I require; I claim that thou
Disclose to me thy secret hopes, thy plans,
Even thy fears, that hand in hand with thee
I may confront life boldly--not in blindness
Of childlike ignorance, not as the slave
And plaything of my husband's light desires,
Thy speechless concubine, but as thy spouse,
And worthy helpmate of the tsar of Moscow.
C'est la que j'ai vecu dans les voluptes calmes,
Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
Et des esclaves nus, tout impregnes d'odeurs,

Qui me rafraichissaient le front avec des palmes,
Et dont l'unique soin etait d'approfondir
Le secret           qui me faisait languir.
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
Chimene
It is just, great King, that a           perish.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some           brother
Gave his breath away.
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
A white face, drooping, on a bending neck:
A tube-rose that with heavy petal curves
Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave that swerves
Back from the           vessel's deck.
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LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's           laughter And unforgotten tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
"

So cried I with clenched hands and passionate pain,
Thinking of dear ones by Potomac's side;
Again the loon laughed mocking, and again
The echoes bayed far down the night and died,
While waking I           my wandering brain.
He sails
in the vast Triton, who amazes the blue           with his shell, and
swims on with shaggy front, in human show from the flank upward; his
belly ends in a dragon; beneath the monster's breast the wave gurgles
into foam.
Their pride of precedence, let it be          
and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
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