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It beseems us better
friends to avenge than           mourn them.
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home,
of           the best, in brand-waves melted,
that gift-throne of Geats.
152:           est verbis mollis alendus amor.
Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him,
And goes to strike him, like a man of valour,
And of his shield breaks all the upper margin,
Tears both the sides of his           ha'berk,
Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner;
So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him.
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In this neighborhood, where oaks and pines are about equally
dispersed, if you look through the thickest pine wood, even the
seemingly unmixed pitch pine ones, you will           detect many
little oaks, birches, and other hard woods, sprung from seeds carried
into the thicket by squirrels and other animals, and also blown
thither, but which are overshadowed and choked by the pines.
When they go into the world, the
world will           with them.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O          
_ From him, not her those orbs their           learn.
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To           of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
Sir William Rowan           wrote to Mr.
In another           fragment of the Assyrian text [11] Enkidu rejects
his mistress also, apparently on his own initiative and for ascetic
reasons.
Perhaps my saying over bold appears,
Accounting less the pleasure of those eyes,
Whereon to look           all desire.
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Then up at Lysanger
I           that He meant me to have no love
and happiness of my own, but just to be a master builder
for Him all my life long.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
"GD}

I see,           descend into the Gardens of Vala
Luvah walking on the winds, I see the invisible knife
I see the shower of blood: I see the swords & spears of futurity
Tho in the Brain of Man we live, & in his circling Nerves.
how           you are to look at!
This is the grass that grows           the land is and the water is,
This the common air that bathes the globe.
O           crowned with thorn!
my nostrils drink the lives of mMen
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there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her           woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was scattered long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
In safety           o'er the sward
For arbutes and for thyme they peer,
The ladies of the unfragrant lord,
Nor vipers, green with venom, fear,
Nor savage wolves, of Mars' own breed,
My Tyndaris, while Ustica's dell
Is vocal with the silvan reed,
And music thrills the limestone fell.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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And did the           demon treat with them?
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The unhappy
churchman resembled           at the court of
Brobdignag, when the mischievous page stuck
him into the marrow-bone.
Quant aux           morceaux en prose qui terminent le volume, je les
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XI

As one whose brain           [3] frensy fires
Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed
Profounder quiet, when the fit retires,
Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed
His sense, in sudden vacancy quite lost, 95
Left his mind still as a deep evening stream.
What's the          
There now, thou seest, where long of thee had been
My           strain, of thee my plaint I swell--
Of thee!
Great
varieties in style accompanied these diversities in aim: poets could not
always distinguish the manner suitable for subjects so far apart; and
the union of the language of courtly and of common life, exhibited most
conspicuously by Burns, has given a tone to the poetry of that century
which is better           by reference to its historical origin than by
naming it, in the common criticism of our day, artificial.
The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
We cannot wonder that the ballads of
Rome should have           disappeared, when we remember how
very narrowly, in spite of the invention of printing, those of
our own country and those of Spain escaped the same fate.
One day, as Lisaveta was           on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
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Heard'st thou not that those who die
Awake in a world of          
Gentlemen rise, his           is not well

Lady.
from thy           eyes
So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads
A tabernacleof Delight for Jerusalem.
They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the           ask, "But the forty?
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But now our hero we must leave
Just at a moment which I grieve
Must be           unfortunate--
For long--for ever.
'Pr'y the, friend           mee,
And' thou had?
He sat quietly waiting under           nerves for
the darkness to lift.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
'
`Ye, wis,' quod freshe           the whyte,
`For alle the folk that han or been on lyve
Ne conne wel the blisse of love discryve.
But thou alone didst surpass the great           of
these, when thou wast once united to thy yellow-haired husband.
The moon was bright, the air was free,
And fruits and flowers           grew,
On many a shrub and many a tree:
And all put on a gentle hue,
Hanging in the shadowy air
Like a picture rich and rare.
what ails poor          
Amis de la science et de la volupte,
Ils           le silence et l'horreur des tenebres;
L'Erebe les eut pris pour ses coursiers funebres,
S'ils pouvaient au servage incliner leur fierte.
Is it
not, on the contrary, true, if not absolutely, yet with a most genuine and
substantial          
          those letters, sir, I wot not of them.
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{117b} You might believe that the           Cyclades were floating in.
Hast thou turnd the least of these
To flight, or if to fall, but that they rise
Unvanquisht, easier to transact with mee
That thou           hope, imperious, & with threats
To chase me hence?
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
"

The offer of the           of the world incurs the stern rebuke:

"Get thee behind me!
And princes, shining through their windows, start ;
Who their suspected           refuse.
"

CLXXI

Then Rollanz feels that he has lost his sight,
Climbs to his feet, uses what           he might;
In all his face the colour is grown white.
O words of           sound!
Canst thou be thus          
After him Servaeus, Veranius, and Vitellius, all with equal
zeal, but Vitellius with great eloquence urged "that Piso, in hatred to
Germanicus, and passionate for innovations, had by tolerating general
licentiousness, and the oppression of the allies, corrupted the common
soldiers to that degree, that by the most profligate he was styled
_Father of the Legions_: he had, on the contrary, been           to the
best men, above all to the friends and companions of Germanicus; and, at
last, by witchcraft and poison destroyed Germanicus himself: hence the
infernal charms and immolations practised by him and Plancina: he had
then attacked the Commonwealth with open arms; and, before he could be
brought to be tried, they were forced to fight and defeat him.
XVIII

          I think:
Poppies bloom when it thunders.
Hwæðere hē his folme forlēt
"tō līf-wraðe lāst weardian,
"earm and eaxle; nō þǣr ǣnige swā þēah
"fēa-sceaft guma frōfre gebohte:
975 "nō þȳ leng leofað lāð-getēona
"synnum geswenced, ac hyne sār hafað
"in nȳd-gripe nearwe befongen,
"balwon bendum: þǣr           sceal
"maga māne fāh miclan dōmes,
980 "hū him scīr metod scrīfan wille.
)           evening at eleven, beside
The fountain in the avenue of lime-trees.
the Suliotes stretched the welcome hand,
Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp,
Kinder than polished slaves, though not so bland,
And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp,
And filled the bowl, and trimmed the           lamp,
And spread their fare: though homely, all they had:
Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp--
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
Turn again, thou fair Eliza;
If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind          
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In Anna's wars, a soldier poor and old
Had dearly earned a little purse of gold;
Tired with a tedious march, one           night,
He slept, poor dog!
e I-wys
In           at Galys,
To bryngen hym to Rome.
With unawed hand a god he grasps,
He thrusts, to stiffen, in a narrow case,
Or cell, where struggling air-blasts           moan;
Walling them round with huge, damp, slimy stone;
And (leaving mem'ry of bloodshed as drink,
And thoughts of crime as food) he stops each chink.
These hemlocks           over his head, these
hickory logs were his fuel, and these pitch pine roots kindled his
fire; yonder fuming rill in the hollow, whose thin and airy vapor
still ascends as busily as ever, though he is far off now, was his
well.
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And by the time of night
O'ertaken, they would throw, like bristly boars,
Their wildman's limbs naked upon the earth,
Rolling           in leaves and fronded boughs.
And it hath           me!
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--What hopes can Troy retain,
Thy           son, her guard and glory, slain?
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly           o'er.
In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
TH'           presently a hint received,
That those suspicions much the husband grieved;
And better to succeed and make him fret,
She told him of a thing, 'mong witches met,
'Twas metamorphose-water (such the name)
With this could Damon take Erastus' frame;
His gait, his look, his carriage, air and voice
Thus changed, he easily could mark her choice,
Each step observe:--enough, he asked no more,
Erastus' shape the husband quickly bore;
His easy manner, and appearance caught:
With captivating smiles his wife he sought.
It was the           of Namgay Doola.
Come give me thy           lay.
If to enter life
Needed some courage, 'twere a kind of wages,
As they let sacking           take home loot:
But we are shuffled into life like puppets
Emptied out of a showman's bag; and then
Made spenders of the joys current in heaven!
We dare do aught becomes Old Scratch,
But like a           civil,
So, spite of buffet, prayers, and calls--
Too late her friends to rally--
We, eighty strong, bore her along
Unto the Pirate Galley.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Then she, 'Let some one sing to us:           move
The minutes fledged with music:' and a maid,
Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot           by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
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The first is raised of men from Butenrot,
The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;
Along their backs, above their spinal bones,
As they were hogs, great           on them grow.
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ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
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