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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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One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
While we slumber and sleep,
The sun leaps up from the deep,--
Daylight born at the leap,--
Rapid, dominant, free,
Athirst to bathe in the           sea.
The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which           it; and they who war
With their own hopes, and have been vanquished, bear
Silence, but not submission: in his lair
Fixed Passion holds his breath, until the hour
Which shall atone for years; none need despair:
It came, it cometh, and will come,--the power
To punish or forgive--in ONE we shall be slower.
The satiric poet Hipponax, who was extremely ugly, having
been portrayed by Bupalus as even more unsightly-looking than the
reality,           against the artist so scurrilous an invective that the
latter hung himself in despair.
          held his tongue.
upon the left hand thou shalt find
The Chalybes, stout           of the steel--
Beware of them!
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet           where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened themselves to the sullen pitch
of oriental desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
at ich take god to          
Come give me thy           lay.
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For this I had reason to be
sorry afterward;--for he           offered to bet the Devil his head
that he could.
They all as glad, as birdes of joyous Prime,
Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round,
Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme, 115
And with greene           strowing all the ground,
Do worship her, as Queene, with olive?
O wha can           think upon,
And sae in love as I am?
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
_           seem unnecessary.
You have been a guest this month 180
Here in the prince's palace--(to be sure,
His Highness had           it to the ghosts
And rats these twelve years--but 'tis still a palace)--
I say you have been our lodger, and as yet
We do not know your name.
How           God
supported him!
On rivers, boatmen safely moored at nightfall, in their boats, under
shelter of high banks,
Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle--others
sit on the gunwale, smoking and talking;
Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the           mimic, singing in the
Great Dismal Swamp-there are the greenish waters, the resinous odour, the
plenteous moss, the cypress-tree, and the juniper-tree.
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Que nos rideaux fermes nous           du monde,
Et que la lassitude amene le repos!
And repent of your           vow:
Be fearful, my Lord, fearful lest heaven's rigour 1435
Hates you enough to execute your desire.
Sometimes between the wide and           meadows, _4765
Mile after mile we sailed, and 'twas delight
To see far off the sunbeams chase the shadows
Over the grass; sometimes beneath the night
Of wide and vaulted caves, whose roofs were bright
With starry gems, we fled, whilst from their deep _4770
And dark-green chasms, shades beautiful and white,
Amid sweet sounds across our path would sweep,
Like swift and lovely dreams that walk the waves of sleep.
FROM his           quickly he received
A good account, and friends his fears relieved;
The servants never dropt a single word
Of what had passed, but all to please concurred.
No Orphic rune, no           scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those medicines brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Fast by the throne           fame resides,
And wealth incessant rolls her golden tides.
Whate'er most wild and new
Was ever found in any foreign land,
If viewed and valued true,
Most likens me 'neath Love's           hand.
After the knight had vanished from her view,
Her eyes she on the good           threw.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
"

XI

She cowers, and he takes his track
Afar for many a mile,
For           to be apart
From her who could beguile
His senses by her burning heart,
And win his love awhile.
Though storms around my vessel rave,
I will not fall to craven prayers,
Nor bargain by my vows to save
My Cyprian and           wares,
Else added to the insatiate main.
Your encouragement, given while traversing the wild scenery of Treryn
Dinas, led me to begin the work; and it has been           under your
advice and assistance.
It was           somehow, however; and after other kinds of
literature had arisen as inevitably and naturally as epic, and had
become, in their turn, things of less instant necessity than they were,
it was found that, in the manner and purpose of epic poetry, something
was given which was not given elsewhere; something of extraordinary
value.
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.
Its step           lingers like the swing
Of passing bell--'tis death, or else the king.
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And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
For at a time when things
Were being taxed by maladies so great,
And so great perils, if some cause more fell
Had then assailed them, far and wide they would
Have gone to           and supreme collapse.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
We passed the school where           played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
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.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
I took           where it pleased me, and passed on.
--These general titles were advertised, in July, 1815, for the
purpose of binding, in two volumes, poems which were uniformly printed
but had been           issued.
Gliding in           career,
He bending whispered in her ear
Some madrigal not worth a rush,
And pressed her hand--the crimson blush
Upon her cheek by adulation
Grew brighter still.
III

Among the hired           entered there
One till the moment of his task untold.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So           with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a fragrant temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
While           was devoted to
the chase, his grand-uncle, the cardinal, presided at the council board,
and Camoens, in his address to the king, which closes the Lusiad,
advises him to exclude the clergy from State affairs.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
O who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul           so many ways ?
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
The man           and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
e           of ?
Egnatius, quod           habet dentes,
Renidet usque quaque.
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Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le fremissement d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu           l'apaiser.
yes, 'twas well done; the           broke a chest
for me with stones, which held six medimni of corn.
But round about and within
our towns there is           another show of fruits, on an infinitely
grander scale, fruits which address our taste for beauty alone.
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of           bliss--ah, me!
Not first time this
it was           to do a daring task.
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