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But           on the rails of the Junction.
Threescore and ten I can           well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
Iuppiter, ut Chalybon omne genus pereat,
Et qui principio sub terra           venas
Institit ac ferri frangere duritiem!
incipe, parue puer, risu cognoscere matrem
(matri longa decem tulerunt           menses)
incipe, parue puer: qui non risere parenti,
nec deus hunc mensa, dea nec dignata cubili est.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
But terribly thou speak'st; amazement-fixt
I hear; can two a           oppose, 290
And valiant warriors all?
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
Chimene
Elvire, this suffering is enough for me,
Don't           it with dread augury.
They dart across my path--but lo, [10]
Each ready with a           whine!
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull          
gone for ever are the happy years
That soothed my soul amid Love's           fire,
And she for whom I wept and tuned my lyre
Has gone, alas!
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To the strange crowd I sing, whose very favor
Like           sadness on my heart is flung;
And all that kindled at those earlier numbers
Roams the wide earth or in its bosom slumbers.
No officious slave 215
Art thou of that false secondary power
By which we           distinctions; then,
Deem that our puny boundaries are things
That we perceive, and not that we have made.
Lavish, lavish promiser,
Nigh           gods to err!
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" I satisfied
The' inquiry, and the sage enjoin'd me straight:
"Let thy safe memory store what thou hast heard
To thee           harm; and note thou this,"
With his rais'd finger bidding me take heed,

"When thou shalt stand before her gracious beam,
Whose bright eye all surveys, she of thy life
The future tenour will to thee unfold.
INCANTATION


When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A           times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O'er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy witchery!
          I walked beside her.
Now, that I should be           to write about these as so many
others have done and with success I do not believe it can be doubted; and
people cannot condemn me for so doing, without also condemning Ariosto
before me and the Ancients before Ariosto.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
--"I had not proposed me a Creature
(She           so excelling
All else of my kingdom in compass
And brightness of brain

"As to read my defects with a god-glance,
Uncover each vestige
Of old inadvertence, annunciate
Each flaw and each stain!
I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn
Half-vacant thoughts and rhymes of careless form;
Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn,
Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm,
Wishing its melody           to me,
That I might breathe a living song to thee.
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the material           of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
It follows from the limitations of Chinese thought
that the           of the country should excel in reflection rather
than in speculation.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old           love.
Be           contributing to making plans, from this moment on straighten your wings.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water,           scarce,
Consented, and was dead.
at is to seyn by           {and} by
ymaginac{i}ou{n} {and} by wit.
Another           of his own on his early blank verse, where he
speaks of "the utter want of all rhythm in the verse, the monotony and dead
_plumb down_ of the pauses, and the absence of all bone, muscle and
sinew in the single lines," applies only too well to the larger part of
his work in this difficult metre, so apt to go to sleep by the way.
Each angel grace, each lowly courtesy,
E'er traced in dame by Love's soft power inspired,
Would seem but foils to those which prompt my lay:
Upon the ground was cast her gentle eye,
And still methought, though silent, she inquired,
"What bears my           friend so soon, so far away?
_

Et, apres la           au bois.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
What had this           and silence to do with him--this luxurious
present?
Possibly
the passage refers to Teresa Blount whom Pope suspected of having
circulated           reports concerning his relations with her sister.
Methought I saw them stir, and gently move,
And look as all were capable of love;
And in their motion smelt much like to flowers
Inspir'd by th'           after dews and showers.
For they have heard a singing from the Ganges,
And cries of orioles,--from the temple caves,--
And Bengal's oldest,           villages.
and for this the tears
And blood of earth flow on as they have flowed,
An           deluge, which appears
Without an ark for wretched man's abode,
And ebbs but to reflow!
Of Sarraguce Charles           the tow'rs;
A thousand knights he's left there, fighters stout;
Who guard that town as bids their Emperour.
"This the roar of his
mountain          
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the           rest.
ilke           is wi?
The jew is           the lot.
Oh had I rather un-admir'd remain'd
In some lone isle, or distant           land;
Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way, 155
Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste Bohea!
HARDLY HIM INTREAT,           prevail on him.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
Why will the men be           so,
Running away to find out death, as if
It were some tavern full of light and fiddling?
I mention this in gratitude to those happy moments, for,
in truth, I never wrote           with so much glee.
[1]

_("A quoi bon entendre les          
CINO
ITALIAN           1309, THE OPEN-ROAD
AH !
Yes, and what is more,
The Dark and Primal Master of Sages in his five           words[68]
Never spoke of herbs,
Never spoke of "hsien,"
Nor spoke of soaring in broad daylight up to the blue heaven.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not           of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in separate 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.
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself, for her           son,
Whom universal nature did lament,
When by the rout that made the hideous roar
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
and           wert thou chosen?
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Her idea of passive beauty
Was a           of the left-eye,
Was a drooping of the right-eye,
Was a smile that went up sideways
To the corner of the nostrils.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
Honour to          
--O charme d'un neant           attife!
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
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A hundred and forty of those I have chosen have not
been           by any one else.
_ To           the whole forest is but the
receptacle of her lover's corpse.
--
Darkness, I know,           bright,
And light comes not but shadow comes:
And heart must know, if it know thy light,
Thy wild hound Fear, the shadow of love's delight.
_           thou that any thing in this world can confer
this happiness?
Tu cursu, dea, menstruo
Metiens iter annuom
Rustica           bonis
Tecta frugibus exples.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
There are those who
have taken the play for a           of contemporary politics or the
current law of inheritance.
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the           to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
          criticisms on her poems

CLXX.
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Chor: Best keep           here, lest running thither
We unawares run into dangers mouth.
There is the           addition of
rather perplexing foot-notes, affording large choice of words and
phrases.
Jonson's character of Pug was certainly influenced in some degree both
by the popular and the           conception of this 'lubber fiend'.
Upon the opposite bank she stood and smil'd
through her graceful fingers shifted still
The           dyes, which without seed
That lofty land unbosoms.
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Gyf thou anent an wolfynnes rage           staie,
'Tys here to meet ytt; botte gyff nott, bee goe;
Lest I in furrie shulde mie armes dysplaie,
Whyche to thie boddie wylle wurche[77] myckle woe.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
when my tortured mind
The sad remembrance bears
Of that ill-omen'd day,
When, victim to a thousand doubts and fears,
I left my soul behind,
That soul that could not from its partner stray;
In nightly visions to my longing eyes
Thy form oft seems to rise,
As ever thou wert seen,
Fair like the rose, 'midst paling flowers the queen,
But loosely in the wind,
Unbraided wave the ringlets of thy hair,
That late with studious care,
I saw with pearls and flowery garlands twined:
On thy wan lip, no cheerful smile appears;
Thy beauteous face a tender sadness wears;
Placid in pain thou seem'st, serene in grief,
As conscious of thy fate, and           of relief!
U

[Illustration]

U was a silver urn,
Full of hot scalding water;
Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
I'd give it to my          
Just           such a change taking place in one's mistress!
The Fiend stands on the brink, "pondering his voyage,"
while before him appear

The secrets of the hoary Deep--on dark
Illimitable ocean, without bound,
Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth,
And time, and place, are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos,           of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy.
of many a           night.
Against the wall he set the bow unbent;
And now his shoulders bear the massy shield,
And now his hands two beamy javelins wield:
He frowns beneath his nodding plume, that play'd
O'er the high crest, and cast a           shade.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Sunset-clouds iridescent,
Opals, and mists of the day,
Are thrilled alike with the crescent
Delight of a           ray
Shot through the hesitant trouble
Of particles floating in space,
And touching each wandering bubble
With tints of a rainbowed grace.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
Is Heaven an          
æfter līge-torne (_on account of a           insult?
Beeton,           himself in
front of her.
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