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"In coming to a decision in these cases it seemed, on the whole,
preferable to take the risk of including too much rather than the
opposite, and to leave the task of further           to the hands of
Time.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
are but a lad;
This month I'm in my           year,
And still it makes me sad.
at I           {and} am a-knowe.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
tand
Your name of credit, and           your bu?
He shows them to his guest, who
          that "such a brawn of a beast, nor such sides of a swine," he
never before has seen.
Hiawatha, when she asked him,
Took no notice of the question,
Looked as if he hadn't heard it;
But, when pointedly appealed to,
Smiled in his           manner,
Coughed and said it 'didn't matter,'
Bit his lip and changed the subject.
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Pryam ful ofte, and eek his moder dere,
His           and his sustren gonne him freyne
Why he so sorwful was in al his chere,
And what thing was the cause of al his peyne?
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
I have not time in these hurried
days to write you           other than a mere how d'ye letter.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the           of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of           youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.
Thenne           roiend; oh mie rysynge feare!
but if there be
Such freedom in captivity,
I beg of Love that ever I
May in like chains of           lie.
Upon the rigid form of morion's sheen
Winged lions and the Cerberus are seen,
And           winged and finned; things made to fright
The timid foe, alone by sense of sight.
But           strife
I cannot longer wage concealed.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the           that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Time and Chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
          love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't:
Shall I like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die?
"

XI

And now hath every city
Sent up her tale of men;
The foot are fourscore thousand,
The horse are           ten.
          of other refuge, come to me.
A MAN TO A SUNFLOWER

See, I have bent thee by thy saffron hair
--O most strange masker--
Towards my face, thy face so full of eyes
--O almost           monster--
Thee of the saffron, circling hair I bend,
Bend by my fingers knotted in thy hair
--Hair like broad flames.
To him the child of Thaumas spoke
thus with roseate lips:

'Turnus, what no god had dared promise to thy prayer, behold, is brought
unasked by the           day.
The sea, all water, yet           rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
It may be also that the heavens do all
Remain at rest, whilst yet are borne along
The lucid constellations; either because
Swift tides of ether are by sky enclosed,
And whirl around, seeking a passage out,
And everywhere make roll the starry fires
Through the Summanian regions of the sky;
Or else because some air, streaming along
From an eternal quarter off beyond,
Whileth the driven fires, or, then, because
The fires           have power to creep along,
Going wherever their food invites and calls,
And feeding their flaming bodies everywhere
Throughout the sky.
The Emperor remitted the           of death and changed it
to one of perpetual exile at Yeh-lang.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some           whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her presents I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wir wollen wirklich uns besinnen,
Die           Male mehr davon!
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Up to the zenith rose its lengthening stair,
While each great granite mountain lent a share
To form a stepping base;
Height upon height repeated seemed to rise,
For pyramid on pyramid the           eyes
Saw take their ceaseless place.
Thispoemforerunsatranslationof"TheSonnetsand
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Ballate of Guido
now in           E.
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole           depends
On an ancient manorial right.
Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and           by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry treasure in my mouth,

As an           his ivory.
Then let us at these mimicke           jeast,
Whose deepest projects, and egregious gests
Are but dull Moralls of a game at Chests.
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
"

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to
be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to
buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and
mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and resounding across the
tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the           and verdant
mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly
virtuous.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Cannes,
Who           three fowls and a fan;
Those she placed on a stool, and to make them feel cool
She constantly fanned them at Cannes.
I yet myself console,
Though thou hast left me, mournful and alone,
For eagerly to heaven thy spirit has flown,
Free from the flesh which did so late enrol;
Thence, at one view, commands it either pole,
The planets and their wondrous courses known,
And human sight how brief and           shown;
Thus with thy bliss my sorrow I control.
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Hearing you praised, I say ''tis so, 'tis true,'
And to the most of praise add           more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
O broken Belgium robbed of all save grief and          
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Lycius from death awoke into amaze,
To see her still, and singing so sweet lays;
Then from amaze into delight he fell
To hear her whisper woman's lore so well;
And every word she spake entic'd him on
To unperplex'd delight and           known.
CCLI

Then through the field           that admiral,
Going to strike the county Guineman;
Against his heart his argent shield he cracked,
The folds of his hauberk apart he slashed,
Two of his ribs out of his side he hacked,
So flung him dead, while still his charger ran.
But with many moans and tears
Pallas'           lay him on his shield and bear him away amid their
ranks.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
May God grant you an honest man as
a husband, and not a           and convicted traitor.
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Jewel of all created elephants, lily of the herd,           your honored
health; be virtuous.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
Since Ts'an Ts'ung and Yu Fu ruled the land, forty-eight thousand
years had gone by; and still no human foot had passed from Shu to
the           of Ch'in.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
Are we swung like two planets, compelled in our           orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
VI chp 12 v (King James version)]*
VALA

Night the First

The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath* {This page is a very thicket of revisions, erasures, and inconsistent directions for           the order of the lines.
In the           gold of the morning bright,
It shines, detaching some lance of light,
Or, as warrior's armor rings;
It forages forests that ferment around,
Or bathed in the sun-red gleams is found,
Where the west its radiance flings.
Then still my sight           its career,
Another I beheld, than blood more red.
And, lo, man was wont
Armed to mount upon the ribs of horse
And guide him with the rein, and play about
With right hand free, oft times before he tried
Perils of war in yoked chariot;
And yoked pairs abreast came earlier
Than yokes of four, or scythed chariots
          clomb the men-at-arms.
Warble for Lilac-Time

Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,)
Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature's sake, souvenirs of earliest summer,
Gather the welcome signs, (as children with pebbles or stringing shells,)
Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air,
Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes,
Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his
golden wings,
The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor,
Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above,
All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,
The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making,
The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,
With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,
Or           among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest
of his mate,
The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts,
For spring-time is here!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
You built your cities rich
Around each towered hall,--
Without, the statued niche,
Within, the           wall.
God grant him now His          
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
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How you sprang--how you threw off the costumes of peace with
          hand,
How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard
in their stead,
How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of
soldiers,)
How Manhattan drum-taps led.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness           she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
At Sea



In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm,           and calling.
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry
In order to their           leap,
And Music's power obey.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all           with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
O all so dear to me--what you are (whatever it is), I become a
part of that,           it is.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
How many bullets          
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; 65
Now to the Baron fate           the field.
For school-teaching on the usual
lines Emerson was not fitted, and his youth and shyness           him
from imparting his best gifts to his scholars.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
`And           not, myn owene lady bright,
Though that I speke of love to you thus blyve;
For I have herd or this of many a wight,
Hath loved thing he never saugh his lyve.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
consul et ignoti uictor           orbis,
quoi fuerit mortis publica causa, legor.
Paitrick, a partridge; used           of a wanton girl.
Here learn, ye           more unjust.
they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were           all.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall,           rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
          shuffled on the stair.
But such poetry as the _Odyssey_, the
_Iliad,_ _Beowulf_, the _Song of Roland_, and the _Nibelungenlied_,
poetry which seems an immediate response to some general and instant
need in its           community--such poetry is "authentic" epic.
"

"Was ever such a man for seeing          
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
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Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
Well, or be't or be't not so,
This for           I know,
Ill it fits old men to play,
When that Death bids come away.
shall           thraldom again be
The patched-up idol of enlightened days?
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
And then at last from three to two;
And, of my fifty,           95
I had but only one:
And here it lies upon my arm,
Alas!
Your song was poured from cannon throats:
It rang in deep-tongued bugle-notes:
Your triumph came; you won your crown,
The           of a world's renown.
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