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CII

And Berenger, he strikes Estramariz,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk tears and splits,
Thrusts his stout spear through's middle, and him flings
Down dead among a           Sarrazins.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
We have not been
discovering what an epic poem ought to be, but roughly examining what
similarity of quality there is in all those poems which we feel,
strictly attending to the           experience of reading them, can be
classed together and, for convenience, termed epic.
The other, next to me that beats the sand,
Is Aldobrandi, name           well,
In the' upper world, of honour; and myself
Who in this torment do partake with them,
Am Rusticucci, whom, past doubt, my wife
Of savage temper, more than aught beside
Hath to this evil brought.
--Je rentre dans la foule
Dans la grande canaille           qui roule,
Sire, tes vieux canons sur les sales paves;
--Oh!
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Her public is the noon,
Her           the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the           sky, this

Trace of childish triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
The wind through the white           softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Wir mussen gleich verschwinden
Denn schon entsteht ein           Geschrei.
Ah, ah,          
Whose beauty greater seemed by her           i.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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C.
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast--
That is a           tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
          evidence shows
that No.
ROME
BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER
(_April_, 1887)


THESE numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry
          Time's central city, Rome;
Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome
Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
We
follow thee, holy one of heaven, whoso thou art, and again           obey
thy command.
2279, is           conventional for "a long time," like hund missēra, l.
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
Be it my task to send with ample stores
The           from our hospitable shores:
Tread you my steps!
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
There it shines clear,
And           here,--
I live--by 'Pollo!
He exhorts Maternus to relinquish the muses, and devote his whole to eloquence and the           of the bar.
ergo perfugium sibi habebant omnia diuis
tradere et illorum nutu facere omnia flecti;
in           deum sedis et templa locarunt,
per caelum uolui quia sol et luna uidetur,
luna dies et nox et noctis signa seuera
noctiuagaeque faces caeli flammaeque uolantes,
nubila sol imbres nix uenti fulmina grando
et rapidi fremitus et murmura magna minarum.
Leaving the highlands
of Asia, he           from station to station towards Europe.
Close at his side was Titus
On an Apulian steed,
Titus, the           Tarquin,
Too good for such a breed.
"I've a notion
that in the end it will be found that the most helpful work done
for India in this generation was wrought by Lady           in drawing
attention--what work that was, by the way, even with her husband's great
name to back it to the needs of women here.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
" said he,
Then declared the new Republic, with himself for guiding star,--
This Old Brown,
          Brown;
And the bold two thousand citizens ran off and left the town.
Thus, while the Sun sinks down to rest
Far in the regions of the west, 10
Though to the vale no parting beam
Be given, not one           gleam, [3]
A lingering light he fondly throws [4]
On the dear hills [5] where first he rose.
CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager           we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing.
And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it          
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
13, 1862]

The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed,
And on the           by the road, I know
It falls as white and noiselessly as snow.
Say, who can find a night's repose at need,
When a son's wife is bribed to sin for greed,
When brides are frail, and youths turn          
And can immense           but throw
So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
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He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
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It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un           avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
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And I will have my careless season
Spite of           reason, [12]
Will walk through life in such a way
That, when time brings on decay,
Now and then I may possess 115
Hours of perfect gladsomeness.
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
She falling before
the Queene of Faeries, complayned that her father and mother, an ancient
King and Queene, had bene by an huge dragon many yeers shut up in a brazen
Castle, who thence suffered them not to issew: and therefore           the
Faery Queene to assigne her some one of her knights to take on him that
exployt.
"What's our          
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth           waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
Men and gods are too extense;
Could you slacken and          
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
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A black night veils the hills, whence rising free
Thou took'st thy           flight!
All the melodies mysterious,
Through the dreary           chanted;
Thoughts in attitudes imperious,
Voices soft, and deep, and serious,
Words that whispered, songs that haunted!
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
I
have had a year longer of imprisonment, but humanity has been in the
prison along with us all, and now when I go out I shall always remember
great kindnesses that I have           here from almost everybody, and on
the day of my release I shall give many thanks to many people, and ask to
be remembered by them in turn.
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And           in the night I pray
That he may come again.
scaðan =           (cf.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new pleasure like the past,
          long as life shall last.
Oft, in the passion's wild           tost,
Our spring of action to ourselves is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
Do you know, he lives
By Tormez mansion, in a           house,
With two black mutes to wait on him?
There came his room-fellow,
Stout Dick, the painter, saw the written dream,
Read,           his curly pate, smiled, winked, fell on
The poem in big-hearted comic rage,
Quick folded, thrust in envelope, addressed
To him, the critic-god, that sitteth grim
And giant-grisly on the stone causeway
That leadeth to his magazine and fame.
Ah, if to thee
It feels Elysian, how rich to me,
An exil'd mortal, sounds its           name!
It was this which led him to reclaim his early letters from his
friends, to alter, rewrite, and redate them, utterly           of the
trouble which he was preparing for his future biographers.
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
Cinctured by bright winds,
          the sunlight.
If ever aught of sweet my heart has known,
          wakes its charms, while, tempest tost,
I mark the clouds that o'er my course still frown;
E'en in the port I see the storm afar;
Weary my pilot, mast and cable lost,
And set for ever my fair polar star.
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the           might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Straightway the doors are torn open and the
dark house laid plain; the stolen oxen and           plunder are shewn
forth to heaven, and the misshapen carcase dragged forward by the feet.
My           at
present, is not in the detail: I speak of them in general terms.
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O decus eximium magnis virtutibus augens,
          tutamen opis, clarissime nato,
Accipe, quod laeta tibi pandunt luce sorores, 325
Veridicum oraclum.
My father, in my arms there, dying,
His blood seeks vengeance, and I          
" This restriction
was at first observed; but, anon lapsing into luxury, and grown opulent
in plunder, they           their guards, and resigned themselves to
gaiety and banquetting, to the intoxication and sloth of wine and sleep.
all pleasure is fled forever;
To know one thing I vainly endeavor,
There's nothing wherein one fellow-creature
Could be mended or           with me for a teacher.
"

Endymion to heaven's airy dome
Was offering up a           of vows,
When these words reach'd him.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
Sinuous southward and sinuous           the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
Thus, without theft, I reap another's field;
Thus, without tilth, I house a           yield,
And heap my heart with quintuple crops concealed.
To           Cushman.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The lord of           revenues,
Salute not him as happy: no,
Call him the happy, who can use
The bounty that the gods bestow,
Can bear the load of poverty,
And tremble not at death, but sin:
No recreant he when called to die
In cause of country or of kin.
ergo postque           uiri nunc gloria claret.
causa mea est melior, qui non           foui
arma, sed hanc merui simplicitate fugam.
Sed magis, o nuptae, semper           vostras
Semper amor sedes incolat adsiduos.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
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