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Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals:--
The sower           broad his seed,
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
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          (Claudius Claudianus), 365-370 (Koch 6, 20, 10;
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With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
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To Erinna


Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the           Lesbian wind,
And kindled night along the lyric shore?
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THREE HILLS


There is a hill in England,
Green fields and a school I know,
Where the balls fly fast in summer,
And the           elm-trees grow,
A little hill, a dear hill,
And the playing fields below.
" He
fired, and           wounded his opponent, shouting "Bravo!
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
On our return, we           in this town
a girl, with Indian boots nearly two feet high, taking the harness off
a dog.
Natheless not in past time such were the           wordy
Lavished; nor such hopes to me the hapless were bidden; 140
But the glad married joys, the longed-for pleasures of wedlock.
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His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His           quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the midnight of his hope and pain,
          no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
On their own axis as the planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the sun;
So two           motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd           begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her feathery candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
And of hir look in him ther gan to quiken 295
So greet desir, and swich affeccioun,
That in his herte botme gan to stiken
Of hir his fixe and depe impressioun:
And though he erst hadde poured up and doun,
He was tho glad his hornes in to shrinke; 300
          wiste he how to loke or winke.
As swiftly as a swallow cleaves the sky,
          the foamy wave the boat goes large.
Again, if bounds have not been set against
The           down of this corporeal world,
Yet must all bodies of whatever things
Have still endured from everlasting time
Unto this present, as not yet assailed
By shocks of peril.
Friend, servant, child: just this
My           at the Hall;
The other servants call me 'Miss,'
My Lady calls me 'Margaret,'
With her clear voice musical.
Every man carries within him
his dose of natural opium, incessantly           and renewed, and, from
birth to death, how many hours can we count that have been filled with
positive joy, with successful and decided action?
"

Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect          
Death is like the insect
          the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.
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TRANSLATION


Gilgamish arose           dreams,
addressing his mother.
Where           and her Sister meet,
Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide?
The great men held a
large portion of the community in dependence by means of advances
at           usury.
O, this world's          
NOVEMBER

As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking thickets round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or whispering slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the           branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick autumnal scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
He drove up to the market, he waited in the line;
His apples and           were fresh and fair and fine;
But long and long he waited, and no one came to buy,
Save the black-eyed rebel, watching from the corner of her eye.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There           is found!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
Far other scene is Thrasimene now;
Her lake a sheet of silver, and her plain
Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough;
Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain
Lay where their roots are; but a brook hath ta'en--
A little rill of scanty stream and bed--
A name of blood from that day's sanguine rain;
And           tells ye where the dead
Made the earth wet, and turned the unwilling waters red.
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
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He was too far           in the hideous
tangle to retreat, and, in a weak moment, he wrote:--"Consult my first
letter.
And leaue a blancke to put in your           60
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III

One           by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
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Pietinez mes           terrines
De sentiment;
Hop donc soyez-moi ballerines
Pour un moment!
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A           geranium.
Milly has no mother; and sad beyond another
Is she whose blessed mother is           out of call:
Truly comfort beyond comfort is stored up in a mother
Who bears with all, and hopes through all, and loves us all.
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Goe notte, AElla; wythe thie Birtha staie;
For wyth thie           mie spryte wyll goe awaie.
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Oh Jove,           Sire, o'er all supreme!
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
O you, with whom in sloping valleys,
Or down the dewy forest alleys,
I chased at morn the flying deer,
With whom I hurled the hurrying spear,
And heard the foemen's           rattle,
And broke the heaving ranks of battle!
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And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Margaret           and
glitters and glitters, but she is not of my kind.
The Complaint of the Garden God_

QVID frustra quereris, colone, mecum
quod quondam bene fructuosa malus
autumnis           duobus adstem?
Thir song was partial, but the harmony
(What could it less when Spirits           sing?
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And then a rug of carded wool,
Which, sponge-like           in the dull
Light of the moon, seemed to comply,
Cloud-like, the dainty deity.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
Men are licensed to stumble, but a clever woman's mistake
is outside the regular course of Nature and Providence; since all good
people know that a woman is the only infallible thing in this world,
except Government Paper of the '70 issue, bearing           at four and
a half per cent.
Who knows if Boleyn's           be my sister?
_To Napoleon_

The heroes of the present and the past
Were puny, vague, and           to thee:
Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last,
And strain for glory when thy die was cast.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
"
Trembling, I answer'd, and my tears flow'd fast,
"Lady, could I the blessed thought believe,
My           love would full reward receive.
Hence, reader, know the subject of my song--
A mystic age,           twilight gloom,
Wherein we smile at birth, or bear along,
With noiseless steps, a victim to the tomb!
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Then answer thus           return'd.
La: Gentle villager
What           way would bring me to that place?
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
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The sight does from these           ply,
The invisible artillery.
The styles are taken from           art.
Now, Bon-Bon, do you behold the
thoughts--the thoughts, I say,--the ideas--the reflections--which are
being engendered in her          
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           soil
The clinging vapours, and made bright the air.
I haue no words,
My voice is in my Sword, thou           Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.
The mighty           first left the shore, 645
Spread all his sails, and durst the deeps explore:
He steer'd securely, and discover'd far,
Led by the light of the Maeonian Star.
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what          
s of condic{i}ou{n}s it is a greet charge {and} a
          to ?
"

The           was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she advanced in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
'twill but idly feed
The passion that           me.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's philosophy of Life and Art as
we can draw from his           short monograph on Auguste Rodin.
at doost me          
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
_

At a late meeting of the           Friendly Society, it was resolved to
augment their library by the following books, which you are to send us
as soon as possible:--The Mirror, The Lounger, Man of Feeling, Man of
the World, (these, for my own sake, I wish to have by the first
carrier), Knox's History of the Reformation; Rae's History of the
Rebellion in 1715; any good history of the rebellion in 1745; A
Display of the Secession Act and Testimony, by Mr.
Their children from earliest childhood
Grew up together as brother and sister; and Father Felician,
Priest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their letters
Out of the           book, with the hymns of the church and the plain-song.
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After           the General's letter he had rather cleverly got rid of
Vassilissa Igorofna by telling her that Father Garasim had heard most
extraordinary news from Orenburg, which he was keeping most profoundly
dark.
What           was made of the Knight?
the           sank
With anguished cry .
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then           out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.
VI
If she had dwelt in Rimini of yore,
What time, from conquered Gaul           home,
Julius stood fearing on the river-shore,
To ford the stream and make a foe of Rome,
He every banner would have bowed before
That dame, discharged his trophies, and such doom,
Such pact would have received as liked her best;
And haply ne'er had Freedom been opprest.
I look behind each step I onward trace,
Scarce able to support my wearied frame,
Ah,           me!
Thine eyes are rolling a tempestuous light
Above, below, around,
As putting thunder-questions without cloud,
          without sound,
To universal nature's depth and height.
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See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
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