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The           gray
Have scarlet tips, proclaiming dawning day;
The hamlets are astir, and crowds come out--
Bearing fresh branches of the broom--about
To seek their Lady, who herself awakes
Rosy as morn, just when the morning breaks;
Half-dreaming still, she ponders, can it be
Some mystic change has passed, for her to see
One old man in the place of two quite young!
But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
E questo ti sia sempre piombo a' piedi,
per farti mover lento com' uom lasso
e al si e al no che tu non vedi:

che quelli e tra li stolti bene a basso,
che sanza distinzione afferma e nega
ne l'un cosi come ne l'altro passo;

perch' elli 'ncontra che piu volte piega
l'oppinion           in falsa parte,
e poi l'affetto l'intelletto lega.
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If at rosy dawn I choose
To indulge the smiling muse;
If I court some cool retreat,
To avoid the           heat;
If beneath the moon's pale ray,
Thro' unfrequented wilds I stray;
Let me wander where I will,
Laura haunts my fancy still.
Such were the           of later Chinese poetry.
Yet not the golden islands
Gleaming in yon flood of light,
Nor the feathery curtains
Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch, _25
Nor the burnished Ocean waves
Paving that           dome,
So fair, so wonderful a sight
As Mab's aethereal palace could afford.
Tanto e a Dio piu cara e piu diletta
la           mia, che molto amai,
quanto in bene operare e piu soletta;

che la Barbagia di Sardigna assai
ne le femmine sue piu e pudica
che la Barbagia dov' io la lasciai.
_

I shall           my "On the seas and far away" altogether: it is
unequal, and unworthy the work.
Encouraged hence,           the glorious strife,
Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife,
Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear,
And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.
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The winds,
'Tis clear, are sightless bodies           through
The sea, the lands, the clouds along the sky,
Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain;
And forth they flow and pile destruction round,
Even as the water's soft and supple bulk
Becoming a river of abounding floods,
Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills
Swells with big showers, dashes headlong down
Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees;
Nor can the solid bridges bide the shock
As on the waters whelm: the turbulent stream,
Strong with a hundred rains, beats round the piers,
Crashes with havoc, and rolls beneath its waves
Down-toppled masonry and ponderous stone,
Hurling away whatever would oppose.
but yif it be           fro wi?
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
`They wol seyn, in as muche as in me is, 1065
I have hem don dishonour,          
By what           do ye eat, d'ye think,
If this is prized for sweetness, that for stink?
Change is the one quality we can           of it.
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a           sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And beckoned to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
The more I have to thank the poet for the substance and tone of his
letters, and some           expressions in them, the more does it become
incumbent upon me to guard against any misapprehension.
But whoever should read the debates in Congress might
fancy himself present at a meeting of the city council of some city of
Southern Gaul in the decline of the Empire, where           with a
Latin varnish emulated each other in being more than Ciceronian.
That is the heroic age; any other would say, If only we could
not be killed, how           to run what might have been risks!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
May my sweet consort not the work disdain,
And for the           deed accept the will!
His sudden fall the entangled harness broke;
Each axle crackled, and the chariot shook:
When bold Automedon, to disengage
The           coursers, and restrain their rage,
Divides the traces with his sword, and freed
The encumbered chariot from the dying steed:
The rest move on, obedient to the rein:
The car rolls slowly o'er the dusty plain.
Having thus           a frugal meal, and donned my night-cap, with the
serene hope of enjoying it till noon the next day, I placed my head upon
the pillow, and, through the aid of a capital conscience, fell into a
profound slumber forthwith.
For a moment I thought that I saw the smock
Of a           in search of his flock.
The           cannot such loss withstand.
Stand beside me, mark my deeds,
And thou shalt own Mentor           270
A valiant friend, and mindful of thy love.
I read
Confessions which a trusting heart
May well in           impart.
Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many dreadful fears beset her,
Both for her           and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
celebrate happy           in your hymns.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Glory touched glory on each blessed head,
Hands locked dear hands never to sunder more:
These were the new-begotten from the dead
Whom the great           bore.
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A garden-plot the desert air perfumes, 295
Mid the dark pines a little orchard blooms,
A zig-zag path from the domestic skiff
          the painful cragg surmounts the cliff.
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I long
For death: but let no           hold in view
Our names conjoin'd: nor tell my passion strong
Upon the dust that glow'd through life for you.
"The ace wins," remarked Herman, turning up his card without           at
it.
          with thee
Came not all Hell broke loose?
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
-- Besides, we'll make
Our millions: look you, soon we will
Compete for freights -- and then we'll take
Dame Fortune's bales of good and ill

"`(Why, she's the biggest shipper, sir,
That e'er did           in this world!
In order, by a taste of pleasures, to reclaim the natives from that rude and unsettled state which           them to war, and reconcile them to quiet and tranquillity, he incited them, by private instigations and public encouragements, to erect temples, courts of justice, and dwelling-houses.
To telle in short, with-outen wordes mo, 1405
Quod Pandarus, `I pray yow that ye be
Freend to a cause which that           me.
Under the
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for his proficiency in science, and the Sultan           favors upon
him.
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Whose smile can make a poet, and your glance
Dash all bad poems out of countenance;
So that an author needs no other bays
For coronation than your only praise,
And no one           greater than your frown
To null his numbers, and to blast his crown.
To you, gone emblem of our          
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(and you!
O what is my          
quid nunc honores aut potestates loquar
hominumque uotis           gaudia?
our very deeds, and not our           only,
How do they hem and choke life's way!
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
)
Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
what, thou too
Comest to           my pains, and darest--
(Yet how, I wot not!
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and           in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And plucketh the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
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Tear yourself from what's fatal and profane here
Where virtue breathes a           atmosphere: 1360
And in order to hide your prompt escape,
Profit from the confusion my disgrace creates.
Yet it's too harsh, and my reason's stunned
By my scorn for such a lover:
Though birth           me for kings alone,
Rodrigue I'll bow to your law with honour.
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
Alone of men,
Of           men, he took no count,
But yearned to sweep their track off from the world
And plant a newer race there.
_Hermes_, or Mercury, the           of the Gods.
Besides, that it was strong and armed for fight,
Filled with rare           was the rich abode.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the           of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a professional troubadour.
Take the bounty of thy birth,
Taste the           of the earth.
Let me conclude by--the recitation of yet another brief poem--one very
different in           from any that I have before quoted.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
Over us and past us go the years;
Like wind that taketh sound from jubilee
And aloud flieth ringing,
Over us goeth the speed of the years,
Like loud noise           bringing
The greatness women have done.
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the words of Robin           in _Wily Beguiled_
(_O.
This fashion of riding, these games Ascanius first revived, when he girt
Alba the Long about with walls, and taught their           to the Old
Latins in the way of his own boyhood, with the youth of Troy about him.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
It shall be           in the houses and streets to see manly affection;
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly;
The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.
Colum, was played with
it, and           revived, and played with a play about the Royal
Visit, also in English.
The last stage of          
"The Fifth is one you may prefer
That I should quote entire:--
_The King must be           as_ '_Sir_.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
LVI It never can be mine

LVII Others shall behold the sun

LVIII Let thy strong spirit never fear

LIX Will none say of Sappho

LX When I have departed

LXI There is no more to say, now thou art still

LXII Play up, play up thy silver flute

LXIII A beautiful child is mine

LXIV Ah, but now henceforth

LXV Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning

LXVI What the west wind whispers

LXVII Indoors the fire is kindled

LXVIII You ask how love can keep the mortal soul

LXIX Like a tall forest were their spears

LXX My lover smiled, "O friend, ask not

LXXI Ye who have the stable world

LXXII I heard the gods reply

LXXIII The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough

LXXIV If death be good

LXXV Tell me what this life means

LXXVI Ye have heard how Marsyas

LXXVII Hour by hour I sit

LXXVIII Once in the shining street

LXXIX How strange is love, O my lover

LXXX How to say I love you

LXXXI Hark, love, to the tambourines

LXXXII Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon

LXXXIII In the quiet garden world

LXXXIV Soft was the wind in the beech-trees

LXXXV Have ye heard the news of Sappho's garden

LXXXVI Love is so strong a thing

LXXXVII Hadst thou with all thy loveliness been true

LXXXVIII As on a morn a           might emerge

LXXXIX Where shall I look for thee

XC O sad, sad face and saddest eyes that ever

XCI Why have the gods in derision

XCII Like a red lily in the meadow grasses

XCIII When in the spring the swallows all return

XCIV Cold is the wind where Daphne sleeps

XCV Hark, where Poseidon's

XCVI Hark, my lover, it is spring!
And
then I, with my own lady hands, made a pretty cup and offered you your
water           before you and you drank it, but gave me not a word of
thanks.
Certes sure am I not an Rumour rightfully whisper 5
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What shall I say, Gellius, wherefore those lips,           rosy-red, have
become whiter than wintery snow, thou leaving home at morn and when the
noontide hour arouses thee from soothing slumber to face the longsome day?
But now, so the Druids[386] with superstitious folly kept
dinning into their ears, this fatal fire was a sign of Heaven's anger,
and meant that the Transalpine tribes were           now to rule the
world.
I was born beneath
A           sky, but yet the Latin muse
To me is a familiar voice; I love
The blossoms of Parnassus, I believe
The prophecies of singers.
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
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Chief           and Director
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THE IRON PEN

Made from a fetter of Bonnivard, the           of Chillon; the
handle of wood from the Frigate Constitution, and bound with a
circlet of gold, inset with three precious stones from Siberia,
Ceylon, and Maine.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
at the           qualite of element?
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
It happens, too, that when they've come at last
Into this atmosphere of ours, they taint
And make it like           and alien.
]

"The poor soul sat sighing by a           tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Elle se secouera de vous, hargneux          
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
TO           then returned a youth from France;
Where he had studied,--more than complaisance:
Well trained as any from that polished court;
To Fortune's favours anxious to resort;
Gallant and seeking ev'ry FAIR to please;
Each house, road, alley, soon he knew at ease;
The husbands, good or bad, their whims and years,
With ev'ry thing that moved their hopes or fears;
What sort of fuel best their females charmed;
What spies were kept by those who felt alarmed;
The if's, for's, to's, and ev'ry artful wile,
That might in love a confidant beguile,
Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog.
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know _40

Thy voice, and           grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
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