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The crown of Poland, venal twice an age,
To just three           stinted modest Gage.
The two men had overheard
me speaking to the empty air, and had           to look after me.
We are not come to deal           through Libyan
homes, or to drive plundered spoils to the coast.
Ferus ipse sese adhortans rapidum incitat animo, 85
Vadit, fremit, refringit           pede vago.
Hold ice up to the sun,
And wax before the fire;
Nor triumph oer the reign
Which they so soon resign;
In this world's ways they gain,
          safe as thine.
XXIX

All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
97

When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to mj           and me ?
Around the neck thus ensheathed, was a collar of cylindrical glass
beads, diverse in color, and so           as to form images of deities,
of the scarabaeus, etc, with the winged globe.
" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy was some what shy,
And he saw her           at him from the corner of her eye.
Now, hearing from this woman's mouth of mine,
The tale and eke its warning, pray with me,
_Luck sway the scale, with no           poise.
They have
no money invested in railroad stock, and           never will have.
Les richesses           a chaque demarche!
Here           pilgrims come to pray
And promenade the Mall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
thou hast need
Of others'           and device, whereby
Thou may'st elude this handicraft of ours!
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
be wary how ye judge:
For we, who see our Maker, know not yet
The number of the chosen: and esteem
Such scantiness of           our delight:
For all our good is in that primal good
Concentrate, and God's will and ours are one.
She, in free peoples planting sovereignty,
Orbs half the civil world in British peace;
And though time dispossess her, and she cease,
Rome-like she           in man's memory.
ue of this          
--If not, wouldst have me keep her in
The women's           .
She gave up beauty in her tender youth,
Gave all her hope and joy and           ways;
She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze
On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Or shall I pour this draught for Earth to drink_,
Sans word or reverence, as my sire was slain,
And homeward pass with unreverted eyes,
Casting the bowl away, as one who flings
The           cleansings to the common road?
Ker's most elegant--he
offers to           me in my English tour.
Do not let it serve some impious          
"

On which they incautiously began to sing aloud,

"Plum-pudding Flea,
Plum-pudding Flea,
          you be,
Oh!
uel quotiens foribus ceris incisa pependi
non uerita a populo praetereunte legi;
quin ego me memini, dum custos saeuus abiret,
          missam delituisse sinu;
quid, cum me munus natali mittis, at illa
rumpit et adposita uerba retersit aqua?
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes           on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
The water           the shore so gently!
"

With such           songs of yore did the Parcae chant from divine breast
the felicitous fate of Peleus.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
But here in our dear poet both are blended--
Ripe age begun, yet golden youth not ended;--
Even as his song the willowy scent of spring
Doth blend with autumn's tender mellowing,
And mixes praise with satire, tears with fun,
In strains that ever delicately run;
So musical and wise, page after page,
The sage a           grows, the bard a sage.
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`Hold           into the West,' I said again.
'
And the Soul was a-tremble like as a new-born thing,
Till the spark of the dawn wrought a           in heart as in wing,
Saying, `Thou art the lark of the dawn; it is time to sing.
And all their hearts in silken veils to wind,
And set them in coffers of marble white;
After, they take the bodies of those knights,
Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide;
They're washen well in           and in wine.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should           burn clearer.
Some of these
translations have           in the "Bulletin of the School of Oriental
Studies," in the "New Statesman," in the "Little Review" (Chicago), and
in "Poetry" (Chicago).
When charged           he gazed, and answered bold:
"Be needy I or no,
I will not help lay low a house so fair!
          Umbriel on a sconce's height
Clapp'd his glad wings, and sate to view the fight:
Propp'd on the bodkin spears, the Sprites survey 55
The growing combat, or assist the fray.
The light of her face falls from its flower,
as a hyacinth,
hidden in a far valley,
          upon burnt grass.
"

I do not           in all my reading, to have met with anything more
truly the language of misery, than the exclamation in the last line.
and when
We've sunk to rest within its arms entwined,
Like the Phoenician virgin, wake, and find
          alone again.
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'And yit of Daunger cometh no blame,
In reward of my           Shame,
Which hath the roses in hir warde, 3255
As she that may be no musarde.
But nature is a           yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her           suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The soundest and
easiest           of right and wrong policy is to consider what you
would have approved or condemned in another emperor.
Objects are           from our view, not so much because
they are out of the course of our visual ray as because we do not
bring our minds and eyes to bear on them; for there is no power to see
in the eye itself, any more than in any other jelly.
e sonne-bem; 28
Of diuers           hij weren,
?
Now am I but the place thy beauty brightens,
And of myself I have no light of sense
Nor certainty of being: I am made
Empty of all my wont of life before thee,
A vessel where thy           may be poured,
After the way the great vessel of air
Accepts the morning power of the sun.
e rounde table
Ouer-walt wyth a worde of on wy3es speche;
For al dares for drede, with-oute dynt          
And what in me seems wanting, but that I 450
May also in this poverty as soon
          what they did, perhaps and more?
"

We soon saw           the fires of Berd.
The student was not, however,           with answers to Mr.
Phaedra

I hear that a swift           takes you far
From us, my Lord.
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
As where Rhone           on the plains of Arles,
Or as at Pola, near Quarnaro's gulf,
That closes Italy and laves her bounds,
The place is all thick spread with sepulchres;
So was it here, save what in horror here
Excell'd: for 'midst the graves were scattered flames,
Wherewith intensely all throughout they burn'd,
That iron for no craft there hotter needs.
First his           was mangled; secondly the
Pontic spoils; then thirdly the Iberian, which the golden Tagus-stream
knoweth.
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With a certain           of the clergy, as well as laity, it
met with a roar of applause.
CANTO IV

'8 Cynthia':

a           name for any fashionable lady.
Not youthful kings in battle seized alive,
Not           virgins who their charms survive,
Not ardent lover robbed of all his bliss, 5
Not ancient lady when refused a kiss,
Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die,
Not Cynthia when her manteau's pinned awry,
E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair,
As thou, sad virgin!
Meantime the Cicons, to their holds retired,
Call on the Cicons, with new fury fired;
With early morn the gather'd country swarms,
And all the           is bright with arms;
Thick as the budding leaves or rising flowers
O'erspread the land, when spring descends in showers:
All expert soldiers, skill'd on foot to dare,
Or from the bounding courser urge the war.
Carrying her
before him on his breast, he sought a long ridge of lonely woodland; on
all sides angry weapons pressed on him, and           soldiery spread
hurrying round about.
Fire-breathing,           once, they no longer now depredate our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
For
my own part, a thing that I have just           always appears through
a double portion of that partial medium in which an author will ever
view his own works.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
t,
&           to de?
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
O Tiburnian groves,
And orchards saturate with           streams!
Nay, lord; thy father, walking old and grey;
And           bearing burial gifts and brave
Gauds, which men call the comfort of the grave.
"Then he'll ride among the hills
To the wide world past the river,
There to put away all wrong;
To make straight           wills,
And to empty the broad quiver
Which the wicked bear along.
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Once so           and so true,
On the deck of fame that died
With the gallant good Riou:
Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!
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The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
Horrible          
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
790

I've played, I've danced, [89] with my narration;
I           long ere I began:
Ye waited then on my good pleasure;
Pour out indulgence still, in measure
As liberal as ye can!
With that fair hand, so long desired in vain,
She check'd my tears, while at her accents crept
A           to my soul, intense, divine.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
"And did you really walk," said I,
"On such a           night?
Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your          
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
With melted snow I boil           tea;
Seasoned with curds I cook a milk-pudding.
O wonder now          
But not the new birds singing in the brake,
And not the buds of our discovery,
The deeper blue, the wilder green, the ache
For beauty that we shadow as we see,
Made heaven, but we, as love's           brings,
Took these, and made them Paradisal things.
Its           happen in the wrong
way and to the wrong people.
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
On towers of Ilion, free no more,
Hast flung the mighty mesh of war,
And closely girt them round,
Till neither warrior may 'scape,
Nor stripling lightly overleap
The           as they close, and close,
Till with the grip of doom our foes
In slavery's coil are bound!
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
Hungry for Spring I bent my head,
The perfume fanned my face,
And all my soul was dancing
In that lovely little place,
Dancing with a           step from wrecked and shattered towns
Away .
"

So two           by my door, not thinking I could hear,
Vulgar, naked truth, ungarnished for a royal ear;
Fit for cooping in the background, not to stalk so near.
On him who by the altar stands,
On him thy           fall,
Speak through his lips thy pure commands,
Thou heart that lovest all.
Let there be between our faces
Green turf and a branch or two of back-tossed trees;
Set firmly over questioning hearts
The deep           answer of the wind.
Roses
IN white and glowing           undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost yourself .
Like the sea that brooks no           With the winds unleashed and free, Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The           held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
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