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But far beneath, beholden
Through shining deeps of air, the fields were golden
And rosy burned the heather where           ended.
The           translations
of this passage are erroneous.
Can I not know,           thee?
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Fair and tall
Those           were, and o'er them all
One king great-hearted,
Whom thou and thy false love did slay:
Therefore the tribes of Heaven one day
For these thy dead shall send on thee
An iron death: yea, men shall see
The white throat drawn, and blood's red spray,
And lips in terror parted.
_Roman de Renart_ and           Fuchs_.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that           scene
Can harrow me.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with fate and quart-bumpers          
wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
One cannot speak a word
But it           starts you.
_


FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,
Is thankful when thou sleepest;
For if I laugh, however low,
When thou'rt awake, thou          
Sinfull Macduff,
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell           on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal.
' he cried, looking up a
moment; 'she was          
Refuse of Time ripe for          
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
The shadows from yon gentle heights that fall,
Where sparkles my sweet fire, where           grew
That stately laurel from a sucker small,
Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view
The beauteous landscape and the blessed scene,
Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
Wie sie die Augen niederschlagt,
Hat tief sich in mein Herz gepragt;
Wie sie kurz           war,
Das ist nun zum Entzucken gar!
"

II

"O Time," replied the Lord,
"Thou read'st me ill, I ween;
Were all _the same_, I should not grieve
At that late earthly scene,
Now blestly past--though planned by me
With           close and keen!
To-day I saw the pale much-burdened form
Of Charity come limping o'er the line,
And straighten from the bending of the storm
And flush with           of new strength divine,
Such influence and sweet gracious impulse came
Out of the beams of thine immortal name!
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning skilfully while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of           art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
Then go thy way,           still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in His name.
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
Victory comes late,
And is held low to           lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
She's gane like Alexander,
To spread her           farther.
          Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
Then for an hour the water wore a mantle
Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise
Under the tall and           arches bearing
Gray, high-flung bridges.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the           burning boy?
Hope humbly, then; with           pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
My Wife and           Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
I sheath againe vndeeded.
Gliddon, and, in a peremptory tone,           in general terms
what we all meant.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
_Scandal_

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each           gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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XI

Dismayed with so desperate deadly wound,
And eke impatient of           paine,
He lowdly brayd with beastly yelling sound,
That all the fields rebellowed againe;
As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine?
TRIBOULET (_taking the           body in his arms and
hugging it to his breast_): I have killed my child!
While thus the vine its           glee inspires,
From whence the fleet, the swarthy chief enquires,
What seas they past, what 'vantage would attain,
And what the shore their purpose hop'd to gain?
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, --
Ah, what           perished here!
I could hear him grunting like a discontented pig in the poppy
field as I waited           deep in the dew-dripping Indian corn to catch
him after his meal.
'
Quod           Dame Abstinence, 7505
And thus began she hir sentence:
_Const.
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DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
In 1811 he entered the Lyceum, an           educational
establishment at Tsarskoe Selo, near St.
" Thus she spake,
Yet           naught the more remov'd her Sight
From marking them, or ere her words began,
Or when they clos'd.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Let them enstyle thee fairest fair,
The pearl of princes, yet despair
That so thou art, because thou must
Believe love speaks it not, but lust;
And this their           does commend
Thee chiefly for their pleasure's end.
For this we see forthwith is manifest:
          the weight, it can't obliquely go,
Down on its headlong journey from above,
At least so far as thou canst mark; but who
Is there can mark by sense that naught can swerve
At all aside from off its road's straight line?
What is it, what is it,
But a           out there,
And the bare possibility
Of going somewhere?
All that the Greeks endured, and all the ills
Inflicted by the Gods on Troy, we know,
Know all that passes on the           earth.
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"Do
"You know          
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
A           ON THE SITUATION, MANNERS AND INHABITANTS OF GERMANY.
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Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
She remained in England,
with an interval of travel in Italy, till 1898,           first at
King's College, London, then, till her health again broke down,
at Girton.
Space rolls to-day her           round!
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is           selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
Among divers opinions of an
art, and most of them contrary in themselves, it is hard to make
election; and, therefore, though a man cannot invent new things after so
many, he may do a welcome work yet to help           to judge rightly of
the old.
While Turnus fills the           minds with valour, Allecto on Stygian
wing hastens towards the Trojans.
Wer flicht die           grunen Blatter
Zum Ehrenkranz Verdiensten jeder Art?
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The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

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See, every patriot oak-leaf throws
His elfin length upon the snows,
Not idle, since the leaf all day
Draws to the spot the solar ray,
Ere sunset quarrying inches down,
And halfway to the mosses brown;
While the grass beneath the rime
Has hints of the           time,
And upward pries and perforates
Through the cold slab a thousand gates,
Till green lances peering through
Bend happy in the welkin blue.
The tapestries of paradise
So           are made!
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the           once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
This then is why you have so
long taken such precautions; your           gave you qualms of terror.
His
beautiful langourous eyes, of a tenebrous and           colour, were
like violets still laden with the heavy tears of the storm; his
slightly-parted lips were like heated censers, from whence exhaled the
sweet savour of many perfumes; and each time he breathed, exotic
insects drew, as they fluttered, strength from the ardours of his
breath.
A man who can invent or embellish
an           story, and put it into a form which others may
easily retain in their recollection, will always be highly
esteemed by a people eager for amusement and information, but
destitute of libraries.
Heorogar was dead,
my elder brother, had           his last,
Healfdene's bairn: he was better than I!
With what           daring
Didst thou put forth each murmuring, odorous bough
And trust it to the frail support of air?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:
In my Sabine           blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
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Thereat she           by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
How have you changed my life, so tranquil, ere
With the false           blind,
That alone lured me to his amorous snare!
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in           from working notes.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
But one confederate           planting
One flag only, to mark the advance,
Onward and upward, of all humanity.
As one 'scaped           from captivity,
Have made the chance be painted ; and go now
To hang it in Saint Peter's for a vow*



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OF MARVELL.
be it weeks, months, or years--an armed race is           to welcome
it.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later           with the actress Jenny Colon.
Though thou starvest,
          is made:
God gathers His harvest
When our hopes fade!
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
his solicitorship took no more notice of my
Poem, or of me, than I had been a           fiddler who had made free
with his lady's name, for a silly new reel.
When           turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
There from the troubled sea had           landed, an exile,
Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country.
" then he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky:
I'm afraid there'll be more trouble afore this job is done;"
So I took one scorching swallow;           faint I felt and hollow,
Standing there from early morning when the firing was begun.
The general has mastered           plans, headquarters abounds with talent.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
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