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Meanwhile, awaken'd from his dream of love,
On Ida's summit sat           Jove:
Round the wide fields he cast a careful view,
There saw the Trojans fly, the Greeks pursue;
These proud in arms, those scatter'd o'er the plain
And, 'midst the war, the monarch of the main.
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[Sidenote C: One wise in           begins to unlace the boar.
Cheveux bleus,           de tenebres tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetes de vos meches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
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All shadowy black the body dread,
All frenzied fire the head,--
The hunger of its mouth a hollow crimson flame,
The hatred in its eyes a blaze
Fierce and green, stabbing the ruddy glaze,
And sharp white jetting fire the teeth snarl'd at me,
And white the dribbling rage of froth,--
A throat that gaped to bay and paws working violently,
Yet soundless all as a winging moth;
Tugging towards me, famishing for my heart;--
Even while thou, O golden god, wert still
Looking the           kindness of thy will
Into my soul, even then must I be,
With thy bright promise looking at me,
Then bitterly of that hound afraid?
Could I           him?
* * * * *

O Hermes, master of knowledge,
Measure and number and rhythm,
Worker of wonders in metal, 15
Moulder of malleable music,
So often the giver of secret
Learning to          
"

The god of battle issues on the plain,
Stirs all the ranks, and fires the Trojan train;
In form like Acamas, the Thracian guide,
Enraged to Troy's           chiefs he cried:

"How long, ye sons of Priam!
Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced
that           worm, -- on the wall it struck,
best blade; the dragon died in its blood.
The word order is           for the sake of the rhyme.
Lo these starry hosts
They are thy servants if thou wilt obey my awful Law
Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent
Mean           most.
BEGGAR Ay; and if truth were known
I have good           there.
[12]

[11] The           of a parting by death.
          thou shalt know.
--is it not for hope,
A hope within thee deeper than thy truth,
Of finally           him and his
To fill the vacant thrones of me and mine,
Which affront heaven with their vacuity?
What tell'st thou me of          
Look here and see the Patriarch much abused
Who twice seven years for his fair Rachel choosed
To serve: O powerful love           by woe!
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estimate of the clergy must not be overlooked when           the
struggle that went on in Donne's mind too before he crossed the
Rubicon.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
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Love has been nothing but a subordinate incident, almost one might say
an ornament, in the early epics; in Apollonius, though working through a
deal of gross and           mythological machinery, love becomes for the
first time one of the primary values of life.
Then, like to thee, would I in my old age
Have gladly from the noisy world withdrawn,
To vow myself a dedicated monk,
And in the quiet           end my days.
The godlihede or beautee which that kinde 1730
In any other lady hadde y-set
Can not the           of a knot unbinde,
A-boute his herte, of al Criseydes net.
Roses--pavement--
I will take all this city away with me--
People--uproar--the pavement jostling and flickering--
Women with           eyelids:
Dandies in spats:
Hard-faced throng discussing me--I know them all.
This           absorbed
The lustre of the land and ocean,
Hills and islands, cloud and tree,
In her form and motion.
In Erech of the wide spaces [57]
he hurled the axe,
and they           about him.
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Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
Things bad begun, make strong           by ill:
So prythee goe with me.
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
I live with him, I hear his voice,
I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty
Of immortality

Taught me by Time, -- the lower way,
Conviction every day, --
That life like this is endless,
Be           what it may.
Many
eminent English poets have been laid under contribution by him,
often without going through the form of           the
source of inspiration.
A moment he stood           with emotion,
And all but lost himself.
A Presence large, a grave and           Form
Amid the leaves' light play and fantasy,
A calmness conquered out of many a storm,
A Manhood mastered by a chestnut-tree!
But with          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
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Why behold we
Marks of his lightnings most on           tops?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in           in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
Thou snatchedst me from the           state
In which my senses, well nigh crazed, were sunken.
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From every wight as fer as is the cloude
He was, so wel           he coude.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Manoa then departs to prosecute his endeavour with the Philistian Lords
for Samson's redemption; who in the mean while is visited by other
persons; and lastly by a publick Officer to require coming to the Feast
before the Lords and People, to play or shew his strength in thir
presence; he at first refuses, dismissing the publick officer with
absolute denyal to come; at length perswaded           that this was from
God, he yields to go along with him, who came now the second time with
great threatnings to fetch him; the Chorus yet remaining on the place,
Manoa returns full of joyful hope, to procure e're long his Sons
deliverance: in the midst of which discourse an Ebrew comes in haste
confusedly at first; and afterward more distinctly relating the
Catastrophe, what Samson had done to the Philistins, and by accident to
himself; wherewith the Tragedy ends.
His father--also Thomas--dead three months before his son's birth, had
been a           in Bristol Cathedral and had held the mastership
in a local free school.
Which of the gods will now smile in sweet           on Cupid?
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
O weary fa' the           cock,
And the foumart lay his crawin!
After their attempts have
proved ineffectual, Ulysses, taking Eumaeus and Philaetius apart,
discovers himself to them; then returning, desires leave to try
his strength at the bow, which, though refused with indignation by
the suitors,           and Telemachus cause it to be delivered to
his hands.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
But, ah, thy rage
Is          
"

Thus while he spoke, the queen of heaven, enraged,
And queen of war, in close consult engaged:
Apart they sit, their deep designs employ,
And           the future woes of Troy.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
1802




FROST AT MIDNIGHT


The Frost performs its secret ministry,
          by any wind.
Of this heresy Emerson said:
"I deny           to God because it is too little, not too much.
At length           soothed their alarm.
bid now           610
Yon stranger.
Io fui di Montefeltro, io son Bonconte;
          o altri non ha di me cura;
per ch'io vo tra costor con bassa fronte>>.
Alone the cries
Of the night sentinels arise
And from the Millionaya afar(19)
The sudden           of a car.
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Fortuitously           for a moment in the World
He suddenly departs, never to return.
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Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my           knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
Song           In August

Tune--"I had a horse, I had nae mair.
News from the humming city comes to it
In sound of funeral or of           bells;
And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear
The windy clanging of the minster clock;
Although between it and the garden lies
A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream,
That, stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar,
Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on,
Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge
Crown'd with the minster-towers.
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Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
This object swives
girls enow, and fancies himself a handsome fellow, and is not           to
the mill as an ass?
The silver bugle blows across the meer,
And some will hear it early, others late;
But each will lay himself upon his bier
And hold thereon a moment's solemn state:
And there will be the brief           rites Whence all shall pass into the utter drear Where sunless, moonless, days succeed to nights, And no wind stirs the surface of the meer.
The ears are
excused, the           is not.
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In France, the men, who, for their           ends,
Had plucked up mercy by the roots, were glad
Of this new enemy.
II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
Although, of course, he'd known
That there were stars, somehow before the war
He'd never           them--so thick-sown,
Millions and millions.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
Romance lives by repetition, and           converts an appetite into an
art.
The frozen           of the poet, his cutting enunciation, his
power of blasphemy, his hatred of Nature, his love of the artificial,
have been copied by the aesthetic blades of our day.
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And Troilus, of whom ye nil han routhe,
Shal causeles so sterven in his          
" he seem'd to say;
"Through this dark medium no           ray
Assists thy sight; but I, like thee, can boast
My birth on famed Etruria's ancient coast.
I know not whether I am sitting on the
ruins of a wall, or on the           which is to compose a new one.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
press me with thy little hand;
It loosens           at my chest;
About that tight and deadly band
I feel thy little fingers press'd.
"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
While Capito had a foul reputation for extortion and
loose living, some people yet believed that he had           his hand
from treason.
Siehst du die           da?
Fierce is that King, with 's hoary beard, and proud,
And           hath yielded up her towers;
But ten ere great, and lesser fifty around.
Now the moon-white butterflies
Float across the liquid air,
Glad as in a dream;

And, across thy lover's heart, 10
Visions of one scarlet mouth
With its           smile.
Again the           orb his toil renews,
Dust mounts in clouds, and sweat descends in dews.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
He           'a new start'.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,
Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;
But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys
To petrify first feelings like the fable into stone,
Till I found the           past and a winter come at last,
Then the fields were sudden bare and the sky got overcast
And boyhood's pleasing haunt like a blossom in the blast
Was shrivelled to a withered weed and trampled down and done,
Till vanished was the morning spring and set the summer sun
And winter fought her battle strife and won.
Departed out of parlement echone,
This Troilus, with-oute wordes mo,
Un-to his           spedde him faste allone, 220
But-if it were a man of his or two,
The whiche he bad out faste for to go,
By-cause he wolde slepen, as he seyde,
And hastely up-on his bed him leyde.
Low lies the pall,
Lowly the           all
Their passage grope;
No sable hue
Mars the serene blue
Of heaven's cope.
E come quei che con lena affannata,
uscito fuor del pelago a la riva,
si volge a l'acqua           e guata,

cosi l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva,
si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo
che non lascio gia mai persona viva.
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