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They weep:--from off their delicate stems
          tears descend in gems.
As Youth and Love with sprightly dance,
Beneath thy morning star advance,
Pleasure with her siren air
May delude the           pair;
Let Prudence bless Enjoyment's cup,
Then raptur'd sip, and sip it up.
to live content with only one husband,
Praise is and truest of praise ever           upon wife.
Some say that bright majority
Of           dames and men!
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
"

He put on his spectacles and read as follows:--

"_To the           of Fort Belogorsk,

"Captain Mironoff, these.
, _he who is           with another, relation, companion_:
gen.
Here was this atom in full breath,
Hurling defiance at vast death;
This scrap of valor just for play
Fronts the north-wind in           gray,
As if to shame my weak behavior;
I greeted loud my little savior,
'You pet!
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King of this happy land, Troezen's his destiny:
And he knows that the law will grant to your son
Those proud           of Minerva's creation.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Behold where Dryden's less           car
Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear
Two coursers of ethereal race
With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
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7a _uinctos_ BLa1Aah et sic Benoist, Giri: _uictos_ O
9a           ?
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
A grave, on which to rest from          
Ich halt es           fur reichlichen Gewinn,
Dass ich nicht Kaiser oder Kanzler bin.
And why
Doth he himself allow it, nor spare the same
Even for his          
Respondi id quod erat, nihil neque ipsis
Nec praetoribus esse nec cohorti, 10
Cur           caput unctius referret,
Praesertim quibus esset inrumator
Praetor, non faciens pili cohortem.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
I read
in every face I meet a standing           of information wanted in
regard to A.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous regardait d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de           au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
Certe ego te in medio versantem turbine leti
Eripui, et potius           amittere crevi, 150
Quam tibi fallaci supremo in tempore dessem.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
How welcome is its           overture
At evening, when the moist and glowing west
Seals all things with cool promise of night's rest.
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
Softly he'd stirred the bells to ring at Rheims,
He'd knocked at high Montmartre, hardly asleep;
Heard the sweet carillon of doomed Louvain,
Boylike, had tarried for a moment's play
Amid the traceries of Amiens,
And then was hast'ning on the road to Dieppe,
When he o'ertook me drowsy from the hours
Through which I'd walked, with no           else
Than ghostly kilometer posts that stood
As sentinels' of space along the way.
"--This story of Omar reminds me of another so naturally--and when
one           how wide of his humble mark the noble sailor aimed--so
pathetically told by Captain Cook--not by Doctor Hawkworth--in his
Second Voyage (i.
De Beranger has wrought innumerable
things, pungent and spirit-stirring, but in general they have been too
imponderous to stamp           deeply into the public attention, and
thus, as so many feathers of fancy, have been blown aloft only to be
whistled down the wind.
O wonder now          
The minstrel harp, for the           string?
Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a           face that penetrates my own.
HYMN

AT morn--at noon--at           dim--
Maria!
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
The sky with burning towns flared red,
Nearer the noise of           rolled.
          Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae: 5
Ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
Was reitst du so          
, Munro
8 _derecta_ Statius:           ?
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavor and dispute;
Better be jocund with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
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O fearful          
Whoever, in attempting to describe their sublime features, should
confine himself to the cold rules of painting would give his reader but
a very imperfect idea of those           which they have the irresistible
power of communicating to the most impassive imaginations.
Her conscious tail her joy declared:
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat that with the           vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes--
She saw, and purr'd applause.
A new           we must scan.
Ich schau in diesen reinen Zugen
Die           Natur vor meiner Seele liegen.
Phantom           to this place by his brilliance,

The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,

Swathed uselessly by his cold dream of defiance.
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Nor           to Nimrod yields in might,
Proud and untamed; and who would not forbear
To scale the lofty firmament till night,
Could he in this wide world descry the stair.
The quiet nonchalance of death
No           can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
"



A BROKEN APPOINTMENT


YOU did not come,
And           Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Now these same films I name are borne about
And tossed and           into regions all.
          they washed their horses
In Vesta's holy well,
Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door,
I know, but may not tell.
FAUST:
         
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the tropical           of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to
his own Country.
Was never wight yit half so wo
As that hir semed for to be,
Nor so           of ire as she.
Did I call him          
"Or if, by happy chance, thy soul might flee
Thy victims, after, thou           surely see
And hear thy crimes relate;
Streaked with the guileless gore drained from their veins,
Greater in number than the reigns on reigns
Thou hopedst for thy state.
Pennant:
Come up here, bard, bard,
Come up here, soul, soul,
Come up here, dear little child,
To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the           light.
As when AEneas hangs up and           the arms of Abas with this
inscription:--

"AEneas haec de Danais victoribus arma.
Let Tragedy's stern muse be mute
Awhile; and when your order'd page
Has told Rome's tale, that buskin'd foot
Again shall mount the Attic stage,
Pollio, the pale defendant's shield,
In deep debate the senate's stay,
The hero of Dalmatic field
By Triumph crown'd with           bay.
Laud 740, in the           Library; Gg.
Dizzy my brain, with           short 1798.
]

VI

Into the district then to boot
A new proprietor arrived,
From whose           minute
The neighbourhood fresh sport derived.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
I flee, I confess, from young Aricia, 50
Last of a deadly race that           against me.
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The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
DIRGE


Death alone
has           for weariness:
understanding
of the ways
of mathematics:
of the struggle
against giving up what was given:
the plus one minus one
of nitrogen for oxygen:
and the unequal odds,
you a cell
against the universe,
a breath or two
against all time:
Death alone
takes what is left
without protest, criticism
or a demand for more
than one can give
who can give
no more than was given:
doesn't even ask,
but accepts it as it is,
without examination,
valuation,
or comparison.
An illness which has long hung about me, in all probability will
speedily send me beyond that _bourn whence no           returns.
I took my bath of scented milk,           waited on,
They burned sweet things for my delight, cedar and cinnamon,
They lit my shaded silver lamp, and left me there alone.
Appears
          in their midst, wild, pale with rage,
Judas Bityagovsky.
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Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
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A second arch is a wall
To           our souls from rotted cables
Of stale greenness.
_Virgilium vidi tantum_,--I have seen
But as a boy, who looks alike on all,
That misty hair, that fine Undine-like mien,
Tremulous as down to feeling's           call;--
Ah, dear old homestead!
The theatre grows more elaborate, developing the player at the expense
of the poet, developing the scenery at the expense of the player,
always increasing in importance whatever has come to it out of the mere
mechanism of a building or the interests of a class, specialising more
and more, doing whatever is easiest rather than what is most noble,
and creating a class before the footlights as behind, who are stirred
to excitements that belong to it and not to life; until at last life,
which knows that a specialised energy is not herself, turns to other
things, content to leave it to           and triflers, to those in
whose body there is the least quantity of herself.
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse, conparasti 15
Ad           homines.
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do           hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.
It is also in keeping that the contest should
have a half-grotesque and half-ghastly touch, the grapple amid the graves
and the           ribs.
Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast;
Or are they years, that come between,--
When, peering back into the past,
I search the           scene?
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It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
But Christabel in dizzy trance
Stumbling on the unsteady ground
Shuddered aloud, with a hissing sound;
And           again turned round,
And like a thing, that sought relief,
Full of wonder and full of grief,
She rolled her large bright eyes divine
Wildly on Sir Leoline.
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Our guilty head
We turn'd to flight; the           vengeance spread
On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lie dead.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
And well she knew, to herself           smiling,
How the King seated amid his fellow-kings
Devised his grievous rage, feeling himself
Insulted in his dearest mind, his rule
Over the precious pleasure of his women
Wounded: how the man's wrath would hiss and swell
Like gross spittle spat into red-hot coals.
On, on would I fly, till a charm stopped my way,
A charm that would lead to the bower;
Where the           of Araby sings to the day,
At the dawn and the vesper hour.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

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or man

dead child

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