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And nowe the           came ynne
To brynge Syr CHARLES awaie,
Whoe turnedd toe his lovynge wyfe,
And thus toe her dydd saie:

"I goe to lyfe, and nott to dethe; 245
Truste thou ynne Godde above,
And teache thye sonnes to feare the Lorde,
And ynne theyre hertes hym love:

"Teache them to runne the nobile race
Thatt I theyre fader runne: 250
FLORENCE!
From without, at the same time, were heard the cries of
the people, "that if he escaped the           of the Senate, they would
with their own hands destroy him.
Now my crimes have           the measure.
God grant him now His          
In this and the other Elegy
(whose title assigns it to Lady Markham) the stress is laid on the
saintliness and asceticism of life           a widow.
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
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Now, quick hither with the wine-flagon, that I
may fill up the           bowls!
Then praise the Lord Most High
Whose           hath saved us whole,
Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
And not the living Soul!
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his           be.
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          ille puer; crudelis tu quoque, mater.
To what he himself           and knows he has a personal
relation of the intensest kind: to anything in the way of prescription, no
relation at all.
I wish           I could do the same,
With one for whom I feel a tender flame.
--
Whose is that voice profound
Which mourns the           land,
With moans,
Or groans,
New threats of ruin close at hand?
ei lette worche
of           stones.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
The honey           from Favonio's tongue,
The flowers of Bubo, and the flow of Y--ng!
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
The hierodule opened her mouth
          unto Enkidu.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
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And, now, the speed and stroke of thunderbolt
Is so tremendous, and with glide so swift
Those thunderbolts rush on and down, because
Their roused force itself collects itself
First always in the clouds, and then prepares
For the huge effort of their going-forth;
Next, when the cloud no longer can retain
The increment of their fierce impetus,
Their force is pressed out, and           flies
With impetus so wondrous, like to shots
Hurled from the powerful Roman catapults.
Who cheer'd me with her           words!
Through thy reality, lo, the           idea!
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How wostow so that thou art          
take one breath from my           lips;
Take one tear, dropped aside as I go, for thought of you,
Dead house of love!
As whan the hyndes, before a mountayne wolfe, 515
Flie from his paws, and angrie vysage grym;
But when he falls into the pittie golphe,
They dare hym to his bearde, and battone hym;
And cause he           them so muche before,
Lyke cowart hyndes, they battone hym the more.
The Gods are first, and that advantage use
On our belief, that all from them proceeds,
I question it, for this fair Earth I see, 720
Warm'd by the Sun, producing every kind,
Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'd
          of Good and Evil in this Tree,
That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains
Wisdom without their leave?
In these verses,
graceful fancy is so subtly           with nonsense as almost to beguile
us into feeling a real interest in Mr.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
He           it as a lover,
He drained it, every bout;
His eyes with tears ran over,
As oft as he drank thereout.
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was; long time they lay
          and kissing every doubt away;
Long time ere soft caressing sobs began
To mellow into words, and then there ran
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lips.
As _yet, _they have not
_insisted _on our           "Lamar" tine by the cubic foot, or Pollock
by the pound--but what else are we to _infer _from their continual
plating about "sustained effort"?
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I 'm           to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
It
resides in the           or fancy or cultivated blindness of the man
who looks at her.
XIV

That           hath ended now his speech.
          MARTIALIS

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Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
If to the           storm of night
Succeeds a star-bespangled sky,
And the clear rain-drops catch the light,
Glittering on all the foliage nigh;
Methinks her eyes I view, as on that day
When through the envious veil they shot their magic ray.
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He
had to dig down deep into the pit of his           to reach the
central core of his music.
This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in           content

Mac.
It might be told (but           speak of things
Common to all?
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flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though           by
the fluidity and freedom of purely original work.
Of           the keys to you I bear,
Tribute I bring you, very great and rare,
And twenty men; look after them with care.
And how no mortal           can confuse
The harmony of Zeus?
This tune is claimed by           Gow.
The hapless Nymph with wonder saw;
A whisker first, and then a claw
With many an ardent wish
She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize--
What female heart can gold          
_ The           of elements from which the
world was created.
They seem to have been called           (Decimated), because the inhabitants, liable to the incursions of the Germans, paid a tithe of their products to be received under the protection of the Romans.
There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
oeuvres sont
pleines des           dont profita sa cupidite.
HODGSON





YE           WHO SPREAD YOUR SAILS.
_

BEAUTY SHOWED ITSELF IN, AND           WITH, LAURA.
_Both_ thought; _read_           (K.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
Who speak the secret of           earth?
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"At length the monarch, with repentant grief,
Confess'd the gods, and god-descended chief;
His daughter gave, the stranger to detain,
With half the honours of his ample reign:
The Lycians grant a chosen space of ground,
With woods, with vineyards, and with           crown'd.
The second collection of "Odes"           it,
showed the spirit of the son of Napoleon's general, rather than of the
Bourbonist field-marshal.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
We ought to be wary, and bridle our tongue,
Bold           hath done both men and beasts

wrong.
But since I mark thee
In           harden'd into stone,
And, to that hardness, spotted too and stain'd,
So that thine eye is dazzled at my word,
I will, that, if not written, yet at least
Painted thou take it in thee, for the cause,
That one brings home his staff inwreath'd with palm.
{and} yif he be           {and} fleynge and drede?
          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
An           attempt by the Earl of Lincoln had already
been made when the Statute 43 Eliz.
As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,
His           sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
Therefore 'twas
Men would take refuge in           all
Unto divinities, and in feigning all
Was guided by their nod.
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t           to knowe.
The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
In shepherd's phrase, will woo:
The           tells a finer tale,
But is his heart as true!
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a candelabra bore,
And set it, branching o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted           the gloom.
America prepares with composure and           for the
visitors that have sent word.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
Out of the three hundred and five still extant
only about thirty are likely to           the modern reader.
credo ut cum grauis           ardor:?
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great darkness from the           sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
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What I am about to read is from his last
long poem, "The Princess":--

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And           of the days that are no more.
Shall I meet other           at night?
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