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The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Tout d'abord,           voulut protester.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
For a true man must endure, it's natural,

Rights and wrongs, both sense and folly:

Though it's hard to achieve a victory

When he's           from his own hall!
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Yet, standing on the east side of the Common just
before sundown, when the western light is transmitted through them, I
see that their yellow even, compared with the pale lemon yellow of an
elm close by, amounts to a scarlet, without           the bright
scarlet portions.
Do not gaze at me in such surprise;
I seek death, having dealt it likewise,
My judge is my love, my judge Chimene,
I merit death for           her such pain,
And I come to receive, as sovereign good,
The sentence, from her lips, that seeks my blood.
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hic futuit multas et se facit esse uenustum,
et non pistrino           atque asino?
When all was darkened, with Etnean throe
The earth clos'd--gave a solitary moan--
And left him once again in           lone.
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Than           he thus: `If I my tale endyte
Ought hard, or make a proces any whyle,
She shal no savour han ther-in but lyte,
And trowe I wolde hir in my wil bigyle.
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small,           face.
'twas too much;
Methought I fainted at the charmed touch,
Yet held my recollection, even as one
Who dives three fathoms where the waters run
Gurgling in beds of coral: for anon, 640
I felt upmounted in that region
Where falling stars dart their           forth,
And eagles struggle with the buffeting north
That balances the heavy meteor-stone;--
Felt too, I was not fearful, nor alone,
But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky.
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And all the while she stood upon the ground,
The           dogs did never cease to bay,?
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un fouillis de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels plaintifs et les pales Boucher,
Seuls,           l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
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And yet I live, to endless grief a prey,
'Reft of that star, my loved, my certain guide,
Disarm'd my bark, while           round me blow!
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
Dei cinque che mi fan cerchio per ciglio,
colui che piu al becco mi s'accosta,
la           consolo del figlio:

ora conosce quanto caro costa
non seguir Cristo, per l'esperienza
di questa dolce vita e de l'opposta.
But in general they represent mere
joyous creatures of nature, unthwarted by law and           by
self-control.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Ere long if she nor welcomes me, nor frees,
But, as her wont, between the two retains,
By the sweet poison           through my veins,
My life, O Love!
Forthwith from Councel to the work they flew,
None arguing stood, innumerable hands
Were ready, in a moment up they turnd
Wide the Celestial soile, and saw beneath 510
Th' originals of Nature in thir crude
Conception; Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame
They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art,
          and adusted they reduc'd
To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:
Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth
Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone,
Whereof to found thir Engins and thir Balls
Of missive ruin; part incentive reed
Provide, pernicious with one touch to fire.
Say they who counsel Warr, we are decreed, 160
Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe;
          doing, what can we suffer more,
What can we suffer worse?
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
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What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires 170
Awak'd should blow them into           rage
And plunge us in the Flames?
At this moment I cannot
say that I was much overjoyed at my deliverance, but I cannot say either
that I           it, for my feelings were too upset.
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With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of           wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Hine hālig god
"for ār-stafum us onsende,
"tō West-Denum, þæs ic wēn hæbbe,
"wið           gryre: ic þǣm gōdan sceal
385 "for his mōd-þræce mādmas bēodan.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
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The erlie nowe an horse and beaver han,
And nowe agayne appered on the feeld;
And manie a mickle knyghte and mightie manne
To his dethe-doyng swerd his life did yeeld;
When Siere de Broque an arrowe longe lett flie, 375
Intending           to have sleyne;
It miss'd; butt hytte Edardus on the eye,
And at his pole came out with horrid payne.
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Caligula was most wicked of the condition of his times, when he said they
were not famous for any public calamity, as the reign of Augustus was, by
the defeat of Varus and the legions; and that of Tiberius, by the falling
of the theatre at Fidenae; whilst his oblivion was eminent through the
prosperity of his affairs.
As the tidings silence the           cannonade,
Peace at last!
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
"Though I have always loved           and silence, I am a great gossip
with my friends, which arises, perhaps, from my seeing them but rarely.
quid fles et madidos lacrimis corrumpis ocellos
          insana plangis aperta manu?
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
= 'Before the Fire, which           the old
Cathedral, St.
I never wear my
best coat on a journey, though           I could show a certificate to
prove that I have a more costly one, at least, at home, if that were
all that a gentleman required.
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My strength out in thy toiling          
Such a           thing!
iam           ore rauco stagna cygni perstrepunt:
et canoras non tacere diua iussit alites:
adsonat Terei puella subter umbram populi,
ut putes motus amoris ore dici musico
et neges queri sororem de marito barbaro.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden           speed
Through secret channels in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar:
She had seen the burning village, and the           and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father, with their bullets through
his door.
          and young (and what if the latest birth of creation?
More blest the life of godly eremite,
Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
          at eve upon the giant height,
Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,
That he who there at such an hour hath been,
Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;
Then slowly tear him from the witching scene,
Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.
O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
-- My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet           streams
That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams.
Yes, thou mayst          
The mountain's magic-mad to-night,
And if your guide's to be a Jack-o'lantern's light,
Strict           you'll scarce require.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
Note the           balance in xxvii.
_

MY           FRIEND,

The enclosed I have just wrote, nearly extempore, in a solitary inn in
Selkirk, after a miserable wet day's riding.
The
second marks two stages in the argument: a stable           compels
us to acknowledge religion, and that there can be only one.
A victim ox beneath the sacred hand
Of great           falls, and stains the sand.
Will Gaul or           redress ye?
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The astonished and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that           in the world.
The Chinese poet           himself as a timid recluse,
"Reading the Book of Changes at the Northern Window," playing chess with
a Taoist priest, or practising caligraphy with an occasional visitor.
But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose           many a skeleton o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
Moste Birtha boon           and bee denyd?
e           of Merlyn, mony ho[2] taken;
For ho hat3 dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,
With ?
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
,           Secrets sur la Russie_, _vi.
Its emerald crags glowed in her beauty's glance;
Through the green           of the water deep
She saw the constellations reel and dance
Like fire-flies--and withal did ever keep _270
The tenour of her contemplations calm,
With open eyes, closed feet, and folded palm.
Who, straight propitious, in prophetic strain
Will teach you to repass the           main.
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Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,

Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel           comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,

Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les Juillets faisaient crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des Maelstroms epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
Is there no chance of          
"



A BROKEN APPOINTMENT


YOU did not come,
And           Time drew on, and wore me numb.
WILLOUGHBY-MEADE: One or two           occur to me in
connection with the translation of this poetry into English.
But this is a subject which it is perhaps           to discuss.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my           of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
Je sais combien il faut, sur la colline en flamme,
De peine, de sueur et de soleil cuisant
Pour           ma vie et pour me donner l'ame;
Mais je ne serai point ingrat ni malfaisant,

Car j'eprouve une joie immense quand je tombe
Dans le gosier d'un homme use par ses travaux,
Et sa chaude poitrine est une douce tombe
Ou je me plais bien mieux que dans mes froids caveaux.
What rumour without is there          
Farr off from these a slow and silent stream,
Lethe the River of           roules
Her watrie Labyrinth, whereof who drinks,
Forthwith his former state and being forgets,
Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
But after he had taken his own
pleasures, he should have           for his

* The monks.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
As he wished it to retain that place in subsequent           of his
Works, it retains it in this one.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
This was
without doubt the small debauch of the           old woman (or the
purified old woman), the well-earned consolation for another of the
burdensome days without a friend, without conversation, without joy,
without a confidant, that God had allowed to fall upon her perhaps for
many years past--three hundred and sixty-five times a year!
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