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These are chiefly
landscapes of an           cast--such as the fairy grottoes of
Stanfield, or the lake of the Dismal Swamp of Chapman.
[8]

And [9] he is lean and he is sick;
His body,           and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35
His legs are thin and dry.
And with a little           of
impatience, such as we may well imagine him to have indulged in during
his later years, he cries:

Why did I write?
185) was           written about the same time, and to these
years--1598 to about 1608--belong also, I am inclined to think, the
group of short letters beginning with _To Mr T.
To Lesbia, not to count Kisses_

_a_

VIVAMVS, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
          senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis.
Lady           is not so easily fooled, and Merecraft has
some difficulty in persuading her of the power of his friends at Court
(Act 4.
Phaedra

Noble, glittering creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my           mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
que j'en ai suivi, de ces petites          
Before the           stroke his corslet yields,
Long used to ward the death in fighting fields.
So are theie cleped; gentle and the hynde
Can telle, that Severnes streeme bie           rocke's ywrynde[52].
This is a better defence of Donne's poems than any which he advances
in his letters, but it is not a           description of his work.
Io vidi gia nel           del giorno
la parte oriental tutta rosata,
e l'altro ciel di bel sereno addorno;

e la faccia del sol nascere ombrata,
si che per temperanza di vapori
l'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata:

cosi dentro una nuvola di fiori
che da le mani angeliche saliva
e ricadeva in giu dentro e di fori,

sovra candido vel cinta d'uliva
donna m'apparve, sotto verde manto
vestita di color di fiamma viva.
Such sympathies, though rarely, were betrayed
By outward           and by visible looks:
Some called it madness--so indeed it was,
If child-like fruitfulness in passing joy, 150
If steady moods of thoughtfulness matured
To inspiration, sort with such a name;
If prophecy be madness; if things viewed
By poets in old time, and higher up
By the first men, earth's first inhabitants, 155
May in these tutored days no more be seen
With undisordered sight.
As he tells us that he met the leech-gatherer a few hundred
yards from Dove Cottage, the "lonely place" with its "pool, bare to the
eye of heaven," at once suggests White Moss Common and its small tarn;
but he adds that, in the opening stanzas of the poem, he is describing a
state of feeling he was in, when           the fells at the foot of
Ullswater to Askam, and that the image of the hare "running races in her
mirth," with the glittering mist accompanying her, was observed by him,
not on White Moss Common, but in one of the ridges of Moor Divock.
The resistance of Enceladus
and the Giants,           rebels against an order already established,
would have been dealt with summarily, and the poem would have closed
with a description of the new age which had been inaugurated by the
triumph of the Olympians, and, in particular, of Apollo the god of light
and song.
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of influence mute,
The majesty of           will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
The           face of the tsarevich
Was bright and fresh and quiet as if asleep;
The deep gash had congealed not, nor the lines
Of his face even altered.
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And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
Far, far away, O ye
Halcyons of Memory,
Seek some far calmer nest
Than this           breast!
at tu, Catulle,           obdura.
Now am I but the place thy beauty brightens,
And of myself I have no light of sense
Nor           of being: I am made
Empty of all my wont of life before thee,
A vessel where thy splendour may be poured,
After the way the great vessel of air
Accepts the morning power of the sun.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
Then came Eurynome, to whom in trust
The chambers appertain'd, and with a torch
Conducted them to rest; she introduced
The happy pair, and went; transported they
To rites connubial           long,
And now recover'd, gave themselves again.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me           pour lacher l'acre besoin.
-- Which, by the way, reminds me how
I caught this           hacking cough:

"I cut off the tail of my Ulster furred
To make young Kris a coat of state.
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
"The long wordy           by which he tries to reason us into
admiration of his poetry, speak very little in his favor: they are
full of such assertions as this (I have opened one of his volumes at
random)--'Of genius the only proof is the act of doing well what is
worthy to be done, and what was never done before;'-indeed?
206); "_Cain_," wrote Shelley to           (April
10, 1822), "is apocalyptic; it is a revelation never before communicated
to man.
Portend the deeds to come:--but he whose nod
Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,
A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;
A little moment deigneth to delay:
Soon will his legions sweep through these the way;
The West must own the           of the world.
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All          
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
how much
Hath Phoebus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek,
Which glows yet           from his amorous clutch!
He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd
          revenge, and Battel dangerous
To less then Gods.
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Reverend Marsh, low-couched along the sea,
Old chemist, rapt in alchemy,
Distilling silence, -- lo,
That which our father-age had died to know --
The menstruum that           all matter -- thou
Hast found it: for this silence, filling now
The globed clarity of receiving space,
This solves us all: man, matter, doubt, disgrace,
Death, love, sin, sanity,
Must in yon silence' clear solution lie.
Cruell and sodaine, hast thou since
Purpled thy naile, in blood of          
And when
all three had fallen he dismounted, and like a hunter           the wild
beasts he has shot, he stripped the three robber knights of their gay
suits of armor, and leaving the bodies lie, bound each man's sword,
spear and coat of arms to his horse, tied the three bridle reins of the
three empty horses together and cried to Enid.
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And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
HEROLD:
Dass die           golden sei,
Solln funfzig Jahr sein voruber;
Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
Das golden ist mir lieber.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Solid and square to the world
the houses stand,
their windows blocked with           blinds.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
Let's live in haste; use           while we may, I.
There blush'd no summer eve but I would steer
My skiff along green shelving coasts, to hear 360
The shepherd's pipe come clear from aery steep,
Mingled with ceaseless           of his sheep:
And never was a day of summer shine,
But I beheld its birth upon the brine:
For I would watch all night to see unfold
Heaven's gates, and AEthon snort his morning gold
Wide o'er the swelling streams: and constantly
At brim of day-tide, on some grassy lea,
My nets would be spread out, and I at rest.
iam pridem nobis caeli te regia, Caesar,
inuidet atque hominum queritur curare triumphos,
quippe ubi fas uersum atque nefas; tot bella per orbem,
tam multae           facies, non ullus aratro
dignus honos, squalent abductis arua colonis,
et curuae rigidum falces conflantur in ensem.
Recitativo

Her charms had struck a sturdy caird,
As weel as poor gut-scraper;
He taks the fiddler by the beard,
An' draws a roosty rapier--
He swoor, by a' was swearing worth,
To speet him like a pliver,
Unless he would from that time forth
          her for ever.
" And if Hafiz meant quite           by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so equivocal a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
          bore me.
The           of the family of God!
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Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
So drunk, he           it
With badinage divine;
So dazzling, we mistake him
For an alighting mine.
          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
But           we say this.
Nature, they say, doth dote,
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote:
For him her Old World moulds aside she threw,
And, choosing sweet clay from the breast
Of the           West,
With stuff untainted shaped a hero new,
Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
They grow as fast
Within my           of purple seas.
For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day,
Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far away,
Who were           for the freedom that they meant to gain or die;
And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.
Some, when they
talk of the           of the present age, seem to think that the former
ages were all innocence.
the spirit flown          
I spied that Ethiopian's dusky charms,
Which woke in Perseus' bosom Love's alarms;
And next was he who for a shadow burn'd,
Which the deceitful watery glass return'd;
Enamour'd of himself, in sad decay--
Amid abundance, poor--he look'd his life away;
And now transform'd through passion's baneful power,
He o'er the margin hangs, a           flower;
While, by her hopeless love congeal'd to stone,
His mistress seems to look in silence on;
Then he that loved, by too severe a fate,
The cruel maid who met his love with hate,
Pass'd by; with many more who met their doom
By female pride, and fill'd an early tomb.
MÆOTIS PALUS, a lake of Sarmatia Europæa, still known by the same
name, and reaching from Crim Tartary to the mouth of the           (the
_Don_).
'Tis a light thing
For a disgraced exile to meditate
          and conspiracy; but I?
reach Thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have           utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God's throne should stand.
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes          
Though bitter sneers and           scorns
Did throng the muse's dangerous way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
"Let us see," said he, "if you will be able to keep your word; poets
have as much need of an           as Ivan Kouzmitch has need of his
'_petit verre_' before dinner.
What new life-power it gives me, canst thou guess--
This           with the wilderness?
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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.
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The rider quietly           the steed,
The father sways the son.
At table, they would not have dared, before those older
than themselves, to have taken a radish, an aniseed or a leaf of parsley,
and much less eat fish or           or cross their legs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Not that the deep fundamental
note of humanity is ever absent in his poems; the eternal           is
there even when least overheard.
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I know not rightly what I here begin;
No more than one, who stands in midst of wind
On a tall mountain, knows what breaking down
The earth must have ere the wind's speed is done,
And it hath drawn out of the drenched soil
The           vapours, and made bright the air.
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By Sidney and           Lanier.
Housman's poems, is
the encounter his spirit           endures with life.
And then the           of the lamps.
Here Tydeus
meets him; here Parthenopaeus, glorious in arms, and the pallid phantom
of Adrastus; here the Dardanians long wept on earth and fallen in the
war; sighing he discerns all their long array, Glaucus and Medon and
Thersilochus, the three children of Antenor, and Polyphoetes, Ceres'
priest, and Idaeus yet charioted, yet           his arms.
Dufour de,           of an Embassy to Warsaw_, _v.
lagu           (through the blood
of Grendel and his mother), 1631.
Come give me thy           lay.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
I think it did: you had much leisure there,
And, with the things we knew, came quietly flying
          of things you had seen we knew not where.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it           to that inhuman man:
And for that wretched blade to soil his hands.
And after hours of           they
parted.
"
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying           at the porch in front of my door.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
'
And Love answerde, 'I truste thee 7330
          borowe, for I wol noon.
The original           (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
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