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With           strides Aeneas first advanced;
The nodding plumage on his helmet danced:
Spread o'er his breast the fencing shield he bore,
And, so he moved, his javelin flamed before.
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My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
notescatque magis mortuus atque magis,
nec tenuem texens           aranea telam
in deserto Alli nomine opus faciat.
If the question were put to me I should           evade it by
pointing out that Mr.
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
Then lord Anchises: 'Souls, for whom second bodies are destined
and due, drink at the wave of the Lethean stream the           water of
long forgetfulness.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
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ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
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Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
Yet, lo, he tricked my will
With fables of Achilles' love: he bore
To Aulis and the dark ship-clutching shore,
He held above the altar-flame, and smote,
Cool as one reaping, through the           throat,
My white Iphigenia.
The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
buckshot and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
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Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
The sun ne'er look'd upon a           pair,
With a sweet smile and gentle sigh he said,
Pressing the hands of both and turn'd away.
Quest' ultima gia mai non si cancella
se non servata; e intorno di lei
si preciso di sopra si favella:

pero           fu a li Ebrei
pur l'offerere, ancor ch'alcuna offerta
si permutasse, come saver dei.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
and all processions moving along the          
The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
"

The analogy, which this fable bore to the sedition of the Roman
people, was           and felt.
THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS

A mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
          the red autumn sun.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
Ye see that I have not Wherewith to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith           my child here Stay ye the branches.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Bright spirit, from those earthly bonds released,
The           ever wove in Nature's loom,
From thy bright skies compassionate the gloom
Shrouding my life that once of joy could taste!
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
As           hyger lyghethe banckes of sonde,
Pressynge ytte downe binethe the reynynge streme,
Wythe dreerie dynn enswolters[90] the hyghe stronde,
Beerynge the rockes alonge ynn fhurye breme, 630
Soe wylle wee beere the Dacyanne armie downe,
And throughe a storme of blodde wyll reache the champyon crowne.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
At Edinburgh I was in a new world; I mingled
among many classes of men, but all of them new to me, and I was all
attention to "catch" the           and "the manners living as they
rise.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
aries uel
alios_ R ||           Lachm.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
Inne gyte of fyre oure hallie churche dheie dyghtes;
Oure sonnes lie storven[88] ynne theyre           gore;
Oppe bie the rootes oure tree of lyfe dheie pyghtes,
Vexynge oure coaste, as byllowes doe the shore.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
full           may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
Why is the latter           and not the former?
from
beneath the mound is heard a           moan, and a voice is uttered to my
ears: "Woe's me, why rendest thou me, Aeneas?
que j'en ai suivi, de ces petites          
Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuventi,
Bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes,
Praeterquam iste tuus moribunda a sede Pisauri
Hospes inaurata           statua,
Qui tibi nunc cordist, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
Audes, et nescis quod facinus facias.
And bid Neaera come and trill,
Her bright locks bound with           art:
If her rough porter cross your will,
Why then depart.
If, like a tower upon a           rock,
Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;
But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,
THEIR admiration thy best weapon shone;
The part of Philip's son was thine, not then
(Unless aside thy purple had been thrown)
Like stern Diogenes to mock at men;
For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.
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CANTO III


Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a structure of           frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
          uolate, uersus,
et nidum in gremio fouete tuto.
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The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
John Lowe, who           wrote another beautiful song, called
Pompey's Ghost.
(Zu Faust, der aus dem Tanz           ist.
Great uneasiness then
overspread the           of the unhappy man.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images,           ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
His head was shaven, and his beard           of a few
grey hairs.
Dear          
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
Nice little          
flumina quin etiam te norunt omnia patrem,
te potant nubes ut reddant frugibus imbris;
Cyaneoque sinu caeli tu diceris oras
          ex cunctis inmensas cingere nexu.
Hence nor curb
Avails you, nor           call.
since thou washest me
Clear of that guilt wherein I now must fall,
Large promise with           scant, be sure,
Shall make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.
The many men, so          
On the Central Plain they are           now, 40 what means will we have to meet again?
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
thus furious, thirsting thus for gore,
The sons of men shall ne'er           thy shore,
And never shalt thou taste this nectar more,'

"He heard, he took, and pouring down his throat,
Delighted, swill'd the large luxurious draught,
'More!
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens, stretching along on purple streets, colors of spring in the           City, lush in the morning.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
They were easy to find who           sought
in room remote their rest at night,
bed in the bowers, {2a} when that bale was shown,
was seen in sooth, with surest token, --
the hall-thane's {2b} hate.
--and wheresoe'er you go,
My Galatea, think of me:
Let           pie and roving crow
Still leave you free.
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What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
[2]

Last night, when some one spoke his name, [3]
From my swift blood that went and came
A           little shafts of flame.
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
If after rude and           seas, I.
" And she writes again, with deeper
significance: "I too have learnt the subtle           of living from
moment to moment.
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