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Little they think how sternly
That day the trumpets pealed;
How in the           swamp of blood
Warrior and war-horse reeled;
How wolves came with fierce gallops,
And crows on eager wings,
To tear the flesh of captains,
And peck the eyes of kings;
How thick the dead lay scattered
Under the Porcian height;
How through the gates of Tusculum
Raved the wild stream of flight;
And how the Lake Regillus
Bubbled with crimson foam,
What time the Thirty Cities
Came forth to war with Rome.
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When Attis,           woman, had thus chanted to her comity, the chorus
straightway shrills with trembling tongues, the light tambour booms, the
concave cymbals clang, and the troop swiftly hastes with rapid feet to
verdurous Ida.
Such a poet would naturally take for
his subject the battle of Regillus, the appearance of the Twin
Gods, and the           of their festival.
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though the           woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Who sent in secret
The brothers           with Kachalov?
And Oliver goes on to strike with speed;
No blame that way deserve the dozen peers,
For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat,
Pagans are slain, some swoon there in their seats,
Says the Archbishop: "Good           indeed!
Behind the           sank the moon.
How glad I am to be           to stay.
XXIII
What by weak herd, in fields of Hircany,
The tiger does, or Indian Ganges near,
Or wolf, by lamb or kid, on heights which lie
On Typheus' back, the cruel cavalier
Now executes on those, I will not, I
Call phalanxes or squadrons, but a mere
Rabble, that I should term a race forlorn,
Who but           to die ere they were born.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Heaven frown'd--Dark vengeance lowering on his brows,
And sheath'd in brass, the proud           rose,
Resolv'd the rigour to his daughter shown
The battle should avenge, and blood atone.
Of all the company
Now serving here besides, not one but you
Mine ear hath           willing to bestow
Their wishes of my life, so long held dead.
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When the stern demon, burning with disdain,
Beheld the fleet triumphant plough the main:
The powers of heav'n, and heav'n's dread lord he knew,
Resolv'd in Lisbon glorious to renew
The Roman honours--raging with despair
From high Olympus' brow he cleaves the air,
On earth new hopes of vengeance to devise,
And sue that aid denied him in the skies;
          Heav'n, he pierc'd the dread abode
Of ocean's lord, and sought the ocean's god.
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
It is
as if a sculptor of to-day were to set himself, with reverence, and trained
craftsmanship, and studious           with the spirit, technique, and
atmosphere of his subject, to restore some statues of Polyclitus or
Praxiteles of which he had but a broken arm, a foot, a knee, a finger upon
which to build.
Hinter den Ofen gebannt,
          es wie ein Elefant
Den ganzen Raum fullt es an,
Es will zum Nebel zerfliessen.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The           up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
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were I the leaf that the wind of the West,
His course through the forest uncaring;
To sleep on the gale or the wave's placid breast
In a           cradle is bearing.
Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
When the           in question is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
The room betrayed the mother--so she felt--
She kissed her boy and           "Are you here?
Were it otherwise,
What dost thou here, vouchsafing tender thoughts
To that earth-angel or earth-demon--which,
Thou and I have not solved the problem yet
Enough to argue,--that fallen Adam there,--
That red-clay and a breath,--who must, forsooth,
Live in a new           of sense,
With beauty and music waving in his trees
And running in his rivers, to make glad
His soul made perfect?
To prove the truth of what I state
Let me an           relate:
A Gascon with his comrade sat
At tavern drinking.
And will they not repay the           lent?
"There are many other things worthy of note, such as

'crazed
By love and feeling, and internal thought
Protracted among endless solitudes,'

all of which are 'fit epithets blessed in the marriage of pure words,'
which the author of 'The Prelude', without any special learning, or
personal           of Spain, has given us, and are so striking as to
compel us once again to go to Wordsworth and say, 'we do not all
understand thee yet, not all that thou hast given us.
I brave not heaven: but if the fruits of earth
Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth,
Bold as thou art, too           of breath,
Approach, and enter the dark gates of death.
Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her           mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
Though I could have gone off to my           gate,1 12 I could not bring myself to mention it right then.
The filth and           of the assembly were beyond
all description, and I shuddered to think what their life in the
badger-holes must be.
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The stranger           .
Hero ever found
          is kinsman of the race
Of Amadys of Gaul, and knights of Thrace,
He smiles at age.
The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howled and whined;
But he ran like a           up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind.
They walked out           in all sorts of weather,
That affable person of Nice!
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
Three sweet and           names in thee combine,
Of mother, daughter, wife,
Virgin!
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.
Wailing and praying
The spirits rise and go: 60
Clear           spirits
White as white as snow;
Pale spirits, wailing
For an overthrow.
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Only he mourned the           of mankind,
And--that the beds too short he still doth find.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Petersburg, Boldino, Tsarskoe Selo, 1880-1881]


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In the Lyceum's           shade
As in a garden when I grew,
I Apuleius gladly read
But would not look at Cicero.
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
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So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and           cleare,
I shall be counsail'd

Macb.
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
          before their fleshly birth
Are lights in the blue sky.
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
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"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the           means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
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IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Neighbor East, come over West;
Pledge me in good wine and words
While I count my hundred herds,
Sum the substance of my Past
From the first unto the last,
Chanting o'er the generous brim
Cloudy memories yet more dim,
Ghostly rhymes of           pale
Staring by old Bjoerne's sail,
Strains more noble of that night
Worn Columbus saw his Light,
Psalms of still more heavenly tone,
How the Mayflower tossed alone,
Olden tale and later song
Of the Patriot's love and wrong,
Grandsire's ballad, nurse's hymn --
Chanting o'er the sparkling brim
Till I shall from first to last
Sum the substance of my Past.
No distinct empire is
assigned to fate or fortune; the will of the father of gods and men
is           and uncontrollable.
Hereupon it was agreed to           the internal examination
until the next evening; and we were about to separate for the present,
when some one suggested an experiment or two with the Voltaic pile.
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O love, in mercy, now, thy           pinions grant me!
XVI


And yet, because thou           so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
O to have life           a poem of new joys!
s           in the crisis was a delusion that Suzong could not afford to entertain.
If she's to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom,

Doesn't he want her to be free from all           and chains?
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"Bust she, that moves us like the dust which flies
Before the restless wind, which whirls it round,
Lifts if aloft awhile, and from the skies
Blows back anew the rising cloud to ground,
To a hundred thousand swells, in Francis' eyes,
The           who Pavia's walls surround.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The proud and tender heart that sat in shade
Nor once solicited another's aid,
Yet was so grateful always
For trifles lightly given,
The silences, the           guessed
Sometimes, when your eyes strayed.
Now, hovering bee-like, she would stop
Entranced before some           shop,
Getting in people's way and prying
At things she never thought of buying:
Now wafted on without an aim,
Until in course of time she came
To Watson's bootshop.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
If, by Paris slain,
Great           press the fatal plain;
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep,
And Greece returning plough the watery deep.
When the dawn had reached its prime, we enjoyed
the view of a distinct horizon line, and could fancy           at sea,
and the distant hills the waves in the horizon, as seen from the deck
of a vessel.
With dun-red bark
The fir-trees, and the unfrequent slender oak,
Forth from this tangle wild of bush and brake
Soar up, and form a           vault
High o'er me, murmuring like a distant sea.
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not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
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They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in           fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
Again doth flash our old ancestral sword,
This           sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
nam neque mortiferas quisquam magis oderit herbas,
quod non arbitrio ueniunt, sed semine certo;
gratia nec leuior           dulcibus escis
quod natura dedit fruges, non ulla uoluntas.
ou quelque vieux desir,
Eperonnant encor ta vivante carcasse,
Te pousse-t-il, credule, au sabbat du          
How didst thou stand, in high           mood,
Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!
e           termes of talkyng noble,
Wich spede is in speche, vnspurd may we lerne,
[G] Syn we haf fonged ?
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Prince Rupert continued to honour him with his
friendship long after the rest of his party had
honoured him by their hatred, and           visited the patriot at his lodgings.
And this perfume of another world, whereof I intoxicated myself with a
so perfected sensitiveness; alas, its place is taken by an odour of
stale tobacco smoke, mingled with I know not what           mustiness.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
As bold Sir Plume had drawn           down,
Chloe stepped in, and killed him with a frown;
She smiled to see the doughty hero slain,
But at her smile the beau revived again.
Artists enjoy ateliers which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us,           Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
(Sigemund had           Fitela by his sister, Signȳ.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
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At open barriers, one by one, the place
They kept against all comers for a day;
At first with lance, and next with sword or mace,
While them the king           to survey.
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seke.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la           s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira largement ses ailes de corbeau.
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