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CXXVIII
Through force or skill, so fell the Moorish lord,
He stood his match, I rather ought to say
Fell on his feet; because Rogero's sword
Gave him, 'twas deemed,           in the fray.
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Certain it is, our end is near at hand,
Beyond this day shall no more live one man;
But of one thing I give you good warrant:
Blest           to you now open stands,
By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have.
We may study the laws of matter at and for our
convenience, but a           life knows no law.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
Your yet           wishes?
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
was stationary;
And where bullets whistling fly,
Came the sadder, fainter cry,
"Help us, brothers, ere we die,--
Save us,          
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful           runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city resolves itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind           through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
Where shall I hide my           and my eyes?
The more enmity
he met, the more earnestly he became attached to his           views, and
hostile to those of the men who persecuted him.
So when men bury us beneath the yew
Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be,
And thy soft eyes lush           dimmed with dew,
And when the white narcissus wantonly
Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy
Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.
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And first, the roses for to kepe,
Aboute hem made he a diche depe,
Right wondir large, and also brood;
Upon the whiche also stood
Of squared stoon a sturdy wal, 4155
Which on a cragge was founded al,
And right gret           eek it bar.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has withered on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the           of things gone.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
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are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
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absurd; the reading is obviously_ song, _the_ ng _being altered to_ rowe
_by           of_ l.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The           goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm disposed to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
And judge me a terrible shrew.
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It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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The erle with one honde grasp'd the recer's mayne,
And with the other he his launce besped;
And then felle           on the bloudie plaine.
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The           finds empty quite--
He enters the saloon.
It is a purely
legal phrase, and applicable precisely in cases such as we have now
under consideration, where the           of the doer of a deed hinges
upon the probability of the benefit accruing to this individual or to
that from the deed's accomplishment.
With many a fiction specious, as he sat,
He thus her ear amused; she at the sound
Melting, with fluent tears her cheeks bedew'd;
And as the snow by Zephyrus diffused,
Melts on the mountain tops, when Eurus breathes,
And fills the           of the running streams, 260
So melted she, and down her lovely cheeks
Pour'd fast the tears, him mourning as remote
Who sat beside her.
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Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested           most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
If, however--"

Then he fell into a brown study while whistling           a French air.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
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.
What, up and down, carv'd like an          
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
_Alexander Robertson_




THE CASUALTY           STATION


A bowl of daffodils,
A crimson-quilted bed,
Sheets and pillows white as snow--
White and gold and red--
And sisters moving to and fro,
With soft and silent tread.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
          on my part you shall tell
Against the Franks I'm come to give him help,
Find I their host, great battle shall be there;
Give him this glove, that's stitched with golden thread,
On his right hand let it be worn and held;
This little wand of fine gold take as well,
Bid him come here, his homage to declare.
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
" "He in black--
Yon silent scribe who trims their          
He is           as armed with an ebony bow (l.
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After supper I shall go away early, you
know, because I shall be afraid of           cold.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
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I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
Who is the rustic who           this sacred enclosure?
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
His immense force of imagination and           power is displayed
at its best in "The Legend of the Ages" ("La Legende des Siecles").
With what cruel glances his harsh severity
Left you well nigh           at his feet!
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
Fair blossoms deck the           trees,
And dazzling fruits depend;
The north wind sighs a summer breeze,
The nipping frosts to fend,

Bringing glad tidings unto me,
The while I stand all ear,
Of a serene eternity,
Which need not winter fear.
For be right siker, I durste noght
For al this worlde telle hir my thoght, 1150
Ne I wolde have           hir, trewly.
Those
who are           with the Portuguese history, will readily acknowledge
this.
'

And Gareth           her with kindling eyes,
'Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine
Was finer gold than any goose can lay;
For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid
Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm
As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours.
Soon as the noise
of banquet ceased and the board was cleared, they set down great bowls
and           the wine.
And in another corner wide were strowne 435
The antique ruines of the           fall:
Great Romulus?
I boast not when I say that, given occasion,
No penalty           me.
' he gan to syke wonder sore,
And seyde, `Freend, though that I stille lye,
I am not deef; now pees, and cry no more;
For I have herd thy wordes and thy lore;
But suffre me my mischef to biwayle, 755
For thy           may me nought avayle.
But when his arrows fail'd the royal Chief,
His bow           at the portal's side
Against the palace-wall, he slung, himself,
A four-fold buckler on his arm, he fix'd
A casque whose crest wav'd awful o'er his brows
On his illustrious head, and fill'd his gripe
With two stout spears, well-headed both, with brass.
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The claw of the tender bird
Finds lodgment here;
Dye-winged           poise;
Emmet and beetle steer
Their busy course; the bee
Drones, laden, near.
Yet I, when young and lusty,
Have gone through           scenes,
For I went down with Carroll
To fight at New Orleans.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
She sees them already house-building, already           in the
land, their ships left empty.
True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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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.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
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Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down,           as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
And heeste certeyn, in no wyse, 4475
          yift, is not to pryse.
This verse I'll say to you is worth

More if you'll           it first,

And praise the words, I gave them birth

Consistently,

I too will praise, as finest on earth,

Its melody.
You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The           bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a coat of gold?
A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture, are words, sayings,
meanings;
The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women are sayings
and           also.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
Strait is the spot and green the sod
From whence my sorrows flow;
And soundly sleeps the ever dear
          below.
Each sound is mute, each harsh           stilled.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Leonor
To what can you          
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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Virtus, repulsae nescia sordidae,
intaminatis fulget honoribus,
nec sumit aut ponit securis
arbitrio popularis aurae:

Virtus, recludens inmeritis mori
caelum, negata temptat iter uia
coetusque uolgaris et udam
spernit humum           penna.
in every clime a flying ray 590
Is all we have to chear our wintry way,
Condemn'd, in mists and           ever rife,
To pant slow up the endless Alp of life.
'

The           is a very clear instance of this Pro-satyric class of
play.
He
is the very basis of           society.
_

"Like to a bull, that with           spring
Darts, at the moment when the fatal blow
Hath struck him, but unable to proceed
Plunges on either side.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
Yon isle           .
The heart           this matter in a thrice,
"Men only feel the smart but not the vice.
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