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Ay,           sir.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Tell my friends,
Tell Athens, in the           of degree
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
And hang himself.
So, too, they sought the grottos of the Nymphs--
The woodland haunts discovered as they ranged--
From forth of which they knew that gliding rills
With gush and splash           laved the rocks,
The dripping rocks, and trickled from above
Over the verdant moss; and here and there
Welled up and burst across the open flats.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
La forma general di paradiso
gia tutta mio sguardo avea compresa,
in nulla parte ancor fermato fiso;

e volgeami con voglia riaccesa
per           la mia donna di cose
di che la mente mia era sospesa.
To me the dialect was native, was
spoken all about me when a boy, at a time when an Irish day-laborer was
as rare as an           one now.
The castle seemed the very nest and lair
Of animal,           with plume and quill.
Even the little sketch of Sir Plume
is           with life.
born in happier days;
Immortal heirs of           praise!
He saw them in thir forms of battell rang'd,
How quick they wheel'd, and flying behind them shot
Sharp sleet of arrowie showers against the face
Of thir pursuers, and overcame by flight;
The field all iron cast a gleaming brown,
Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor on each horn,
Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight;
Chariots or Elephants endorst with Towers
Of Archers, nor of labouring Pioners 330
A multitude with Spades and Axes arm'd
To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill,
Or where plain was raise hill, or over-lay
With bridges rivers proud, as with a yoke;
Mules after these, Camels and Dromedaries,
And Waggons fraught with           of war.
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The neatherd boy that used to tend the cows,
While getting whip-sticks from the dangling boughs
Of osiers           by the water-side,
Her bonnet floating on the top espied;
He knew it well, and hastened fearful down
To take the terror of his fears to town,--

A melancholy story, far too true;
And soon the village to the pasture flew,
Where, from the deepest hole the pond about,
They dragged poor Jenny's lifeless body out,
And took her home, where scarce an hour gone by
She had been living like to you and I.
_ and a flash
Lightens across the           to the elm
Where his mate dangles at her cup of felt.
and forbear,
In my short absence, to           a tear;
But yet for love's-sake, let thy lips do this,--
Give my dead picture one engendering kiss;
Work that to life, and let me ever dwell
In thy remembrance, Julia.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Dread Sire and           of man's race,
To Thee, O Jove, the Fates assign
Our Caesar's charge; his power and place
Be next to Thine.
So Hermes thought, and a celestial heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his           bare.
THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER
DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED

[FROM SCHILLER]


Strongly it bears us along in           and limitless billows,
Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
How beautiful to wake at night,
Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,
And live a century while in the dark
The dripping wheel of silence slowly turns;
To watch the window open on the night,
A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,
And, lying thus, to feel dilate within
The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse
Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,
Growing until the body seems outstretched
In perfect           on the arms
Of a cross pointing from last void to void,
While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
All           must be quite voluntary.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
What would you with the          
My gentle guide
And all who came with him, so well were pleas'd,
That seem'd naught else might in their           have room.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
"
Nay, why external for           given?
Here, various colours in           lost,
Old Chaos' face and troubled image boast.
From them
I'll form an           troop.
The son of Philip, when he saw the tomb
Of fierce Achilles, with a sigh, thus said:
"O happy, whose           erst found room
From that illustrious trumpet to be spread
O'er earth for ever!
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd, 1798.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Within a hut of stone
To bask the           away
Nor once look up for noon?
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and           fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's artillery clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
[104] This is an           to some extortion of Cleon's.
Let my           rest on your form!
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I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me           low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
Goddwyn, what           owre laboures wylle enhepe!
"That one, who on the ground beneath the rest
Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,
Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause
The deed of Alexandria and his war
Makes           and Canavese weep.
In a vision           he to him then
A battle, should be fought against him yet,
Significance of griefs demonstrated.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
_
O my deep waters, cataract and flood,
What           triumph did your voices render
O mountain-summits, where the angels stood
And shook from head and wing thick dews of splendour!
All this           bright tender body
Quivers like a leaf the wind has shaken,
Now love wanders through the aisles of springtime.
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O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
_108 boundaries of the           of the skies cj.
The budding groves appear'd as if in haste
To spur the steps of June; as if their shades
Of _various_ green were hindrances that stood
Between them and their object: yet, meanwhile,
There was such deep           in the air 1800.
Still round him clung invisibly a chain
Which galled for ever,           though unseen,
And heavy though it clanked not; worn with pain,
Which pined although it spoke not, and grew keen,
Entering with every step he took through many a scene.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
"

She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: 40
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane,
With earnest eyes, and round           face,
He first the snuff-box opened, then the case,
And thus broke out--"My lord, why, what the devil!
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
232
A Wise           was in ?
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
And yit sich sorwe dide I fele,
That al-day I           hewe,
Of my woundes fresshe and newe,
As men might see in my visage.
XVII


          of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won
From the hard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Thus health and strength he to a third age enjoys,
And sees a long           of boys.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Gautier
eloquently describes the meeting of these kindred artistic souls, where
the           Jewess, Maryx, who had posed for Ary Scheffer's Mignon
and for Paul Delaroche's La Gloire, met the superb Madame Sabatier, the
only woman that Baudelaire loved, and the original of that extraordinary
group of Clesinger's--the sculptor and son-in-law of George Sand--la
Femme au Serpent, a Salammbo a la mode in marble.
nulla auium pecudumque fuit quae ferre negaret
          meritae conubiale lyrae.
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namque uelut densas praecerpens cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti           demetit arua,
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This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
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"

"True, thou hast           death; but hast not thou
The tree of life's own bough?
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
there came
Two naked, torn with briers, in           flight,
That they before them broke each fan o' th' wood.
In
order to appease the threatening storm, he immediately           to the
Emperor that he should come to Milan and receive the iron crown; while
he himself, by an embassy from Milan, would endeavour to restore peace
between the Venetians and the Genoese.
But Petrarch found in the bishop's abode
friends who           him in this exile among the Lombesians.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
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What sun illumed those bright           eyes,
Which now look peaceful, now in hostile guise;
Now torture me with hope, and now with fear?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
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The most renown'd poems would be ashes,           and plays would
be vacuums.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
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Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the           Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the           moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
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THE           THING


A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
The bargain was, the lover should enjoy
The belle he wished, and who had proved so coy.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
once more, my          
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
SAMSON: Nothing of all these evils hath           me
But justly.
e grete           lede?
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
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